So, here is the argument I had with Corbyn last weekend.
Corbyn is not great at giving compliments... ok, so compliments are non-existent with him. While I am pretty used to it, it has started wearing now that I am getting pregnant fat. So, I told Corbyn that I need at least one compliment a month. He was shocked and offended... in his mind, he had been giving me great compliments all along. Here is our conversation:
Amy: You need to give me at least one compliment a month. And you need to get used to it, because our little girl is going to need compliments every once in a while, too.
Corbyn: I do give compliments!!!
Amy: Really? Like when?
Corbyn: Like the other day... I told you I thought you were doing a good job not gaining weight too fast.
Um... yeah. So, somehow, Corbyn thinks, "You aren't getting fat too fast" is a compliment. I can see the positive reinforcement in it, but I just can't quite stretch it to compliment. Obviously, we have some work to do before our little girl becomes a teenager, otherwise, she is going to have major self esteem problems.
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That is hilarous!!
I am pretty sure that Heath was cut from the same mold! Gotta love 'em!
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