i swear i must be the most indecisive person on the planet. well, maybe not the most indecisive, but i'm pretty far up there. no -- i take that back. i actually do think i'm the most indecisive.
but in all honesty, i hardly ever make a choice that i don't later question. was there a better option? should i have waited? did i act too soon? did i get too many, or not enough? and so on. (and on, and on.) i've always hoped that this is one (of many) personality traits that skips a generation, but tonight, i saw genetics rear its ugly head in our daughter.
"what book should we read now?" susanna asked me as we were nestled into her bed for storytime.
"why don't you go over to your bookshelf and surprise me," i suggested. we had just finished the most awful story ever written -- something about barbie surfer girl turning into a mermaid -- and i knew that no matter what she came back with, it had to be a vast improvement.
she stood facing her bookshelf, studying the spines intently. she finally returned to the bed with three paperbacks and asked me which one i wanted to read.
"sweetheart, it's your decision," i told her. (and let's be honest. it's not that i necessarily wanted her to exercise her decision-making skills; i just couldn't make up my mind.)
"i know what to do!" she replied. "i'll do eeny-meeny-miney-mo." so she lined up the three books atop of her bright pink quilt and poised her finger in the air to begin, but then faltered.
"this is NOT going to work!" she sighed, exasperated.
"what's wrong now?" i asked.
"i can't decide which one to start with."
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I am fortunately not stricken by the indecisve bug... until it comes to choosing which book to read next. I think it's why my bookcases are breaking at the seams!!
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