Apology rejected.
That’s a really poetic way to phrase a really shitty feeling, by the way.
Please tell me they named their microwave “The Harbor.”
That’s so hard to get past. Neither of you is doing anything wrong; you just have such utterly different perspectives on the world, different preferences and opinions … and that’s okay in itself (hell, the MMP is a great microcosm of different ways of life) but you - and she - can’t change who you fundamentally are.
He likes numbers; he likes precision and things being “right” e.g. where they’re supposed to be … this game seems right up his alley!
How’d you find out about it?
That will be great for everyone! He’ll get to participate with the Big Grownups, and she’ll get the fun of having him playing along.
I can’t recall how old he is - would he enjoy weighing a measuring cup filled with varying amounts of water? He can see how ounces relate to cups, for example…
Apparently it went from, “Oh, we GOT this” to, uh, not so great (but still close!) and man, our Oven Master was devastated.
Alright, I’m usually the last one awake on Sunday nights. (Where my insomniacs at?!)
I’ll see y’all on the next thread.