It’s Sunday morning and I’m sipping coffee at the table, enjoying the quiet while typing. I’m working on a blog post. Well… I was. Until now.
He repeats the question.
“Wait,” I ask. “So the tarantula and the T-Rex are in the tank? And I’m outside the tank trying to fight them?” I’m trying to visualize a tarantula and mini t-rex in a tank.
“No!” He says. “You’re in the tank! It’s for the game I’m programming.”
“Oh, so I’m in the tank with them, trying to fight them?”
“No! Only you are in the tank, they are outside.”
Since my brain was literally torn from the job it was tasked with when he popped his question, I’m struggling harder than usual to visualize and a scene from Honey I Shrunk The Kids comes to mind.
“Why am I trapped in a tank trying to fight a giant Tarantula or T-Rex? Shouldn’t they be in the tank if there’s a tank at all? Am I miniature or something?”
“No Mommy! You are in a military tank – shooting at them!”
New light is dawning on my morning coffee brain.
“I thought you meant something like a fish tank.”
Well… when you’re talking about a tarantula and a tank, of course I thought of pets! And of course I was way off base. No wonder it seemed so illogical to me as a game.
Yeah, I don’t care for that look and my inner self pokes fun at me.
You know what? Shut up self! I’m just tired, OK? Now get on with answering your son!
“Oh. OK, well I guess I’d rather fight the tarantula,” I say. “I know more about them.”
“Too bad!” he quips. “You’re fighting both!”
My Surreal Life on Sunday morning: October 7, 2012