Indecision '08

I pick Simon up at aftercare today, and he's kind of grumpy. He can't decide whether or not to stay for snack (goldfish crackers). He kind of wants to and he kind of doesn't. I tell him to decide. He stands there, silent, unable to decide. He's driving me crazy. I insist we leave.

At home, several pieces of cheese and a cucumber-with-salt later, Simon and I are in the kitchen discussing the election. He asks if I've decided yet who I'm voting for. I say no.

"Well," says Simon, "I guess now you understand how I couldn't decide about the goldfish!"
"sometimes," says Simon, "it's kind of hard to make decisions."

Too true.