Blocking Out

My poor wife (and family) have to endure a lot from me. I'm renowned for slipping off into never-never land, thinking about a problem at work or something, while I'm being asked what I think about the spaghetti. Usually they just patiently wait for me to come back, and then repeat their question.

The other night I was sitting there eating my supper and suddenly realized that, for several minutes, Esther had been drawing on my face! With a crayon! She had completed several art projects on my visage by the time I realized said fact.

I know, I know, that's bad on so many levels.

A few minutes later Monica wanted to know what was on my face.

"Oh, Esther was just drawing something."

"Oh... Ok."