If you know my husband and I, then you know we are as different as night and day. We are proof that opposites attract, but also proof that God has a sense of humor. We both get from point A to point B completely differently. Yet, we are always on the same page. I’m loud. He’s reserved. I’m the right brain. He’s the left. He loves to do taxes. Enough said.
Our differences are pretty entertaining. The latest difference stems from how to open a cereal box. To be honest, I don’t really give it much thought. I open the box and I eat my cereal. Case closed. Here’s a peek into the latest conversation about this.
Ryan: Who taught you how to open a cereal box?
Ryan: The box is destroyed!
Stephanie: No, it’s not. It still closes.
Ryan: I don’t get it. It’s like you’re in a hurry or something.
Stephanie: Ryan, it’s not that bad.
Ryan: Stephanie, you open it like you’re a racoon digging through trash.