A short while ago our family was rewarded with the long anticipated arrival of my younger brother who returned after 2 years of missionary service in Peru. I did my best to operate the camera at the airport considering my foot and captured minute after exciting minute of hunting down luggage. Its good to have the guy around again. His is a sense of humor we have been missing. A sense of humor that just the other day reminded me of one of my many faults.
I have a couple regrets that relate to my poor record keeping skills. This includes receipts and expenditures for taxes, people who owe me money or favors and, most importantly, quotes and conversations I've had with my quick witted comrades. There have been so many things said that deserve a special place in our memories but instead have been thrown out to make room for trigonometric identities and chemical mechanisms. Likewise I have deleted many texting convos from my phone to make room for Pre-optometry society alerts and activity committee fiascos. I am trying to turn a new leaf by dumping banter on my blog. Here's one between me and my brother. If you don't enjoy reading it that's fine, it was never any of your business anyway.
Ethan: Question
Me: What kind of question?
Ethan: An intentionally unspecified one.
Me: Just one?
Ethan: Depends on your answer.
Me: So you are expecting an answer then and not a question.
Ethan: Honestly, I don't know what I'm expecting. I just know I'm expecting something.
Me: Well then prepare to be amazed by the most spectacular question ever posed to mankind and the
like.
Ethan: What is it?
Me: "Why?"
Ethan: How do I answer that?
Me: How ever you want, use some artistic license.
Ethan: That's the thing. I'm searching for creativity.
Me: Like you googled it?
Ethan: ...no
Me: So where are you searching for it then?
Ethan: I'm trying to be creative searching for creativity.
Me: Well you're asking the wrong guy.
Ethan: How do you know? You don't even know what I'm looking for.
Me: Well I am the definition of a person void of creativity.
Ethan: I don't believe you and I don't even read the dictionary.
Me: Are you implying that I do read dictionaries?
Ethan: Read my words. I said 'I' twice! I only said 'you' once!
Me: You talk about yourself a lot.
Ethan: No I don't.
Me: Oh my mistake.
Ethan: I wouldn't have made that mistake. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Me: Not really. That's the kind of thing I would expect from someone like myself. You should lower your
expectations
Ethan: I just expect what I'm told to expect.
Me: Well expect rain. You might want to start carrying an umbrella around with you.
Ethan: Haha! Ha! Hohohmm. Give me a sec.
Me: I'll give you 2.
Ethan: Too much. I wouldn't know what to do with 2 secs.
Me: Understood.
Ethan: So take it back.
Me: I'll give it to someone who can use it.
Ethan: ...ya know what I kinda want it back.
Me: Too late, maybe next time.
Ethan: Hey! I need that second second! Give it back!
Me: Don't make this awkward for me. I can't ask for it back now. Not after seeing how excited they were.
Ethan: Who did you give it to??
Me: A group of Guatemalan refugees. They said they could hold 2 more jobs with a little extra time.
Ethan: Oh I like Guatamaltecos. They're really nice.
Me: Indeed.
Ethan: But I still want my sec back.
Me: I'll make note of it. When is your birthday again?
Ethan: I think It'll be next Thursday.
Me: Strange. Facebook normally tells me those sorts of things.
Ethan: Well I remember the president once told me that facebook is corrupt...maybe he's right.
Me: The only thing that Obama has ever been right about is that hamburgers are delicious.
Ethan: Well I wouldn't know. I don't taste.
Me: O ya. My bad.
Ethan: So I can't say that Obama was right about anything.
Me: Just hamburgers.
Ethan: I cannot testify to that. And remember that I don't believe you.
Me: I'll find a way to use that against you some day.
Ethan: Good luck...have you found an answer to my question yet?
Me: I don't recall you asking a question that I could respond to.
Ethan: I'll take that as a no.
Me: ...no.
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