My boys have quirks. I don’t understand their quirks. I don’t know what made them have those strange little habits. My second son doesn’t really like to be alone. But, it is not every second of the day that he seems to be that way. He doesn’t like to go downstairs by himself. When we are all upstairs, he will wait until someone is ready to go down. If it is time to go to bed, he doesn’t want to be in his room on his own. He’ll come and say, “Isn’t the little one going to bed now?” He doesn’t want to be in his room, going to sleep on his own. I don’t quite get it. I don’t know what has caused his particular quirk.
Other strange things come my way too. My youngest wouldn’t eat his sandwiches at lunch for awhile. I asked him why. He said the ketchup looked like blood. So, I switched to mayo for him. Sometimes he will eat it, sometimes he won’t. My oldest doesn’t like the fact that his Science teacher had mushrooms and fungus in the classroom. He thinks that the spores will infect him. Quirks.
I guess I probably have some too. Now that I’ve typed that, I’m going to have to think about them a bit and try to identify them. Probably those people who are around me most often could rattle them off without a thought. I wonder…
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