Communication

Sometimes I feel like Evan and I are this old married couple. Especially when we get mail addressed to "Brigham & Evan Wilson".

This also happens when Evan uses married communication methods to tell me what to do. We were at a Celtics game and Evan was hungry. He had already told me earlier in the day how he was excited to eat dinner at the basketball game because they would have "great food". I hate paying for overpriced not-tasty food, so I told him to bring his wallet.

6 minutes after sitting down, Evan turned to me and asked:

Evan: Are you hungry? Did you have dinner?
Me: Can we wait until the second quarter?
Evan: I want a sandwich.

Now the same dialogue with translation:

Evan: Get me food! Please.
Me: I don't want to. I hate basketball. I hate this experience except for the joy on your face.
Evan: Get me a sandwich! Please.

So I put down my book and got a slice of pizza, two drinks, and two hot dogs for $34 dollars.