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Monday morning is Kevin's early day at school. He can barely stand leaving the house at 7:15, especially when he had people over till 1:30 in the night. Such are the self-inflicted trials of youth.

Doug and I are hardly awake ourselves, having survived an onslaught of lovely Mother's Day observances, but we're just alert enough to hear him banging around in the kitchen before he goes. Usually, he says hi when he first wakes up, before banging, but today he's not himself.

So I call in to him from where I sit in the bedroom.

"Kev?"

"Hmmph?"

"What are you doing?"

"Sumpin-sumpin-sumpin--pee..."

I turn to Doug, which I do often, partly because I'm totally deaf in one ear, and partly because I really, really like turning to Doug.

"What did he say?" I ask.

"Something about pee," Doug says.

A couple minutes later, Kev appears before us. I look up at his Monday morning scowl and he smiles with effort.

"Something-something-something--pee?" I ask.

He huffs. "I'm brushing my teeth."

Yeah. His first year of college is winding down fast.

Posted by Katy on 05/09/05 at 12:06 PM

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LOL! I think it is something about the acoustics at our house but we never seem to hear - correctly - what the other person is saying. Makes for some fun conversations!
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Posted by edieraye on 05/10/05 at 06:27 AM
Edieraye--I wish it was the acoustics here! It's not--we're impaired. Well, I am. Doug used to hear perfectly, until these past few months. He really needs to get checked out because either he's lost hearing or I've lost my entertainment value and he's pretending not to hear me anymore! It IS funny what we imagine we're hearing, though. Since becoming somewhat deaf, I've found that phenomenon an endless source of fascination... It's really true that we hear what we want to hear, or maybe what our weird thought lives and predispositions have programmed us to hear.
Posted by Katy Raymond on 05/11/05 at 06:47 PM

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