I was feeding Julian some dinner and handed him some toy chickens to entertain him. I said excitedly, "Here, Julian, look! Chickens! Cluck cluck!"
And Sean said in an outburst, somewhat impressed yet a little frustrated, "You know all the animal sounds!"
Jen: what? I do?
Sean: yes! I can never remember them. I'm like, zebra.. what does a zebra say?? Jen knows...
Awesome. I should put that on my resume: "know all the animal sounds."
And this conversation reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend a few weeks ago. We were talking about storage and where our stuff is.
"... and my parents have just boxed up all my stuff from my high school days.. I think it's all in the barn," I said casually.
My friend said, "What? You have a barn?"
Not wanting her to get the wrong idea, as if i grew up on a farm i said, "ohh-- yeah. But we just stored stuff in it. Lawn chairs... and the tractor..."
Friend: a tractor!
I said, "No! I mean, ok, we had a garden and stuff but it wasn't like we lived on a farm. [not that there's anything wrong with that] I mean, we also had a boat in there at one point. And, you know...it's where we kept the hay for the...cow... in the...pasturrre..........."
And it was at this moment when I had finally reached that place in my life where I've perhaps lived away from my childhood home for so long that I can finally see it from another's perspective, and that those things-- the tractor, the barn, the cow, are all kind of... odd (for not really having a farm).
So, it appears we now know why I know all the animal sounds.