Tuesday, March 21, 2006
If you know me (or at least have read this old post), you know I am indecisive.
My wife is more decisive -- that's not saying much -- but she is not a stranger to agonizing about whether to get the turkey sandwich or the pasta primavera, etc., whether to go to the party or not, etc. Since she highly vales decisiveness, she is not particularly proud of what she describes -- in her critical moments -- as our being crippled by indecision.
My wife especially, then, is quite pleased that this trait seems to have skipped our son.
Case in point:
The other day I happened to hear the old Dylan song, "Blowin' in the wind." Bob famously wonders, "How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?" Being no stranger to non sequitirs and other such foolishness, I said to Benjamin, "I have a question for you, Benjamin. How many road must a man walk down ... ?"
Without hesitation he answered, "Two."
All right then. That settles that.