I’ve been wanting to give you an update on Husband’s progress, but… well, for various reasons I’m gonna hold off a bit longer on the medical update. But hey, he’s hitting other milestones, so let’s talk about those!
First off, he’s getting better at being a passenger.
The trick: just hand him the phone and let him play Pokémon Go.
ME: (talking, driving)
HIM: (playing Pokémon Go) I am a passenger.
ME: (glances over) Yes, you are honey.
HIM: (looks up)
ME: That’s very deep.
HIM: … ?
ME: You are. You are always the passenger.
HIM: (looking down) I need more balls…
HIM: You’d think they’d be able to tell that I’m a passenger. They’ve got the GPS info, and the NSA satellites.
ME: Pokémon Go is not affiliated with the NSA.
HIM: That’s what they want you to think.
However, he’s starting to lose track of time. I don’t mean just the normal sleeping in, staying up late thing – we’re gamers, so that’s actually considered a good thing. No, this has gone over to a whole ‘nother, very strange place. Frankly… I’m worried about him.
ME: So let’s go to the store.
HIM: You want to go to the grocery store at 8:00 on a Sunday night?
HIM: Saturday night?
HIM: … One of those!
ME: Yeah, you’re bad at days of the week. We should get you those special underpants.
HIM: I’d just wear them wrong.