So for some reason, I keep wanting to start posts with the word “so.” I don’t know why, maybe it makes whatever I have to say sound more like a random idea that I happen to be offering to an old friend in passing. Perhaps it feels more like a continuation of the conversation, rather than its own separate entity.

So I have to watch for it, though I guess it doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things.

Last night while my wife and I were washing dishes (technically I was drying), I noticed that our son was backing tentatively away from the dishwasher. I commented on it, my wife commented on it, and I even went so far as to get in between him and the dishwasher to “protect” him from the scary noises being generated therein. (I suppose I should clarify that in this scenario, I mean the mechanical dishwasher, not my wife, though I can’t imagine anyone actually making the mistake)

A few minutes later:

Wife: Did you turn on the dishwasher?
Me: No, I thought you did.
Wife: No, we just emptied it, there are like 2 things in there.
Me: Well, no wonder he was so afraid!

So apparently the little guy was just innocently pushing the non-button buttons on the dishwasher and all of a sudden it started growling at him, and neither of his parents, standing less than five feet away, noticed. They had just emptied the dishwasher and put the stuff away in the cupboards, and neither questioned why the dishwasher was on again.

Then, later, I started pondering whether or not I should explain why we were washing (and drying) dishes right after emptying the dishwasher, and just now I decided that I can’t really describe hand-washing toddler bowls and steak knives in any kind of clever way, so I’ll just shut up.

When I was putting him to bed tonight, I told him he was a very good boy, and he nodded emphatically. I love that kid.