Me: Should I make a sandwich for you tomorrow for your flight?
Me: I don't know if there's enough bread left.
SH: Oh no! There are only small pieces left!
Me: What are you talking about?
The Song of Something Bad Happened
SH: You ate the big slices!
Me: Yeah. I had toast this morning.
SH: But I was saving the big slices! Why didn't you use the ends?
Me: It didn't even occur to me. Don't worry. There's more bread in the freezer.
SH: It's not the same!
Me: Oh be quiet.
SH: But how could you use the big slices?
Me: I grabbed the first slices I saw.
SH: But I had saved those for sandwiches!
SH: But how could you not think to use the smaller pieces?
Me: I don't spend my life wondering, "Will SH want to make sandwiches? Should I avoid certain slices?" I just make toast.
SH: But I always think like that! I always make sure there are pairs of slices that are appropriate for what I want. I always think through the consequences of any task. You just jump into it.
Me: Which is why I actually get things done and you never do.