Chris and I are definitely not a perfect married couple. We have our petty fights and our huffing and puffing fights. Ever since we dated, we planned on not fighting in front of our future children. Constructive arguments and disagreements, yes. Emotional and irrational fights, no.
Of course, what was planned doesn't always happen. Lunch yesterday was one of those times when hormones reached an emotional plateau (me) and impatience flared (both). There was a mockingbird at the table with us.
Blah, blah blah, that's crazy.
Blah, blah, blah, you don't understand!
Blah, blah, blah, love it. (sarcastic tone)
Ryan: Love it!!! (excited tone).
And with that Chris and I both failed at keeping our angry faces as we burst out laughing thanks to our dear parroting pacifier.
You're a keeper, kid. But I hope we don't utilize your conflict resolution services often.