I decided to read one of my favorite books to Little Man last night: The Cat in the Hat.

As I read the story, I realized…I’m the fish.  Even as a kid, I remember reading the book and thinking that the fish had a good point.  Yup.  I was that boring kid.

And I’m that boring adult.

My husband, on the other hand, is the cat.  He makes life fun!  I could totally imagine him saying, “Look at me! Look at me! Look at me now!” as he bounced on a ball while balancing all sorts of weird things.

Then I read another favorite:  Green Eggs and Ham.

Again…my husband is Sam.  I’m the other dude who finally says, “Fine.  I’ll try it to prove I don’t like it, just quit bugging me!” and then says, “Hey!  I guess I like it after all!”

Sadly, my take-away from the two book was…I’m boring/risk-averse/boring.

I’m so glad I married the cat.