A thorn is… just a thorn

The husband and I were chatting about anything and everything as is our custom, jumping in and out of topics…

Me: Did you know that Ivy described me as a thorn in her side?
ZB: Is it? Why?
Me: I dunno… I guess because I always aggravate her or something.
ZB: *chuckles*
Me: It’s not like I try to do it you know, cos I don’t! Like that night we had dinner and she insisted I was fighting with her over the dessert. I wasn’t trying to be difficult, really! I was just engrossed in eating…
ZB: That doesn’t change anything.
Me: Huh?
ZB: Why do you think she describes you as a thorn? A thorn doesn’t have to do anything. It pricks because it’s a thorn! So you don’t have to try to do anything to Ivy… I guess you just ‘prick’ her anyway..
Me: *mutters* well at least she says I tickle her sometimes too!

Maybe the husband has a point! I should stop wondering why I seem to agitate Ivy so easily and just accept the fact that I do. :P

9 Comments

  1. btw, Zibin, you HAD to be there to see HOW she was eating. She was like COMPLETELY blocking me ok??? and she had SOOO much space on her side. AIYO. i demo on Sunday.

  2. ha ha still so agitated! u sure u wanna demo on Sunday? Sekali u scare all ur other friends away! :P hmm i dun mind, as long as I get to eat!

  3. HAHAHAHAHA. THAT’s HER PLOY zibin, i tell you!! i have a witness!!! Ann, just because Zibin enjoys watching you taking his food, doesn’t mean everyone else does ok? ur loving hubby has spoilt u… hahaha

  4. i dedicate the love quote below to both of you.. out of the mouths of babes, the truth comes! :))

    ‘Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.’ Chrissie – age 6

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