Saturday, March 13, 2010

We Only Hurt the Ones We Love

Baby J loves books. But there seems to be an unfortunate relationship between the amount of love she has for a book and how much she wants to destroy it.

She ripped apart I Love You, Little One. Goodnight Moon is on its way to a shredded oblivion. The Very Hungry Caterpillar gets manhandled routinely. And you don't even want me to tell you what she's done to Pat the Bunny.

Is it a function of frequent use leading to more wear and tear? Or is there more to it? Is it the paradoxical destructive power of love? A dark duality? The greedy fingers of a selfish emotion? Do intense flames of passion consign our beloved to a fiery demise?

Just think about that next time you pat the bunny.
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3 comments:

  1. GMarch 13, 2010 at 8:37 AM

    I'm the same with physics

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  2. GMarch 13, 2010 at 8:39 AM

    oops... that comment was supposed to be for "Learning Calculus"

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  3. DadMarch 13, 2010 at 11:51 AM

    Or was it that your intense study of physics opened a wormhole in space/time and transported your comment to the wrong post?

    The universe is a strange place, G.

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