Communication Breakdown

Somewhere along the lines of our marriage over the last few years my wife and I have had a major communication breakdown. Check that, we have actually had many, but there was one in particular that occurred this week that made me laugh. In honor of that you will be hearing Led Zeppelin's "Communication Breakdown" this week.
And away we go...

As I mentioned, over the course of our marriage there have been many communication breakdowns, mishaps and just plain misunderstandings. Sometimes she is to blame, sometimes it is me and sometimes it is equal. The communication breakdown that transpired this last week is so comical that I thought it deserved a post in and of itself.

Now with a young child we have incurred a few new expenses: some expected and others unexpected. I think it was either this past Sunday or Monday that Abby and I had a come to Jesus meeting over expenses.I think my exact words were, and I quote, "We need to reduce all expenses." We agreed that saving money was key now and going forward in our life.

Fast forward to this morning... Keep in mind that this is four or five days after our "We need to reduce all expenses" conversation. I am playing with Bennett before work and happen to look over beside his rocker. And on the floor I see an open shoe box with a pair of boots sitting next to them. Now I know with winter coming and Bennett being able to walk it is almost cruel to not let him have some pair of boots that he can throw on to keep his feet warm and dry, but this pair of boots that were purchased for him are the least functional, gayest (pardon my slight at those with alternative lifestyles- I know it is not politcally correct) pair of boots on the planet. They are actually designer boots that may only be worn inside. They are soleless/treadless Uggs. The same kind of boots that were popular for young women to wear five or so years ago. Only this pair comes equipped with no sole or tread. Making it a danger on anything slick and giving them the ability to soak up moisture, rain or slush. They are about as functional as one of IU's foreign and heavily accented math teachers.
As I showered afterward I pondered just where Abby and I's communication breakdown may have ensued. And finally it hit me. Abby plays with Bennett and is trying to teach him to speak. Many times she picks something up and will try to point out other things that rhyme with said object.
When we had our discussion and I blatantly said
"We need to reduce all expenses."
What Abby heard was "We need to produce mall expenses."
And there you have it.
Pictures soon to follow.