Have you picked a fight? Why?

I got home from a trip last night, kind of expecting… I don’t know… a kind of hero’s welcome? I expected my wife to be interested in my trip, but she wanted to talk about our son, and some long involved story that seemed to have no point, except that she wanted to put her foot down about him staying out until midnight on a Saturday night to learn blacksmithing.

I was upset because she spun this story out so long, there was no chance for me to show any pictures from my trip, or to talk about it. So I vented my anger a bit so I could go to bed in a righteous funk. He’s only ten, but how many kids get to learn blacksmithing these days? How many kids get so involved in a project they don’t want to stop?

I was trying to get her to be mean back to me so we could really go at it. She obliged by stating her point of view in a very defensive manner. He needs two days to recover, and it’s too hard to get him out of bed on Monday.

Welcome home, Wundayatta!

Have you picked a fight? With whom? Why? What happened?