Eric Answers Five Questions on Friday.

Me: Which would you rather have, 1 million dollars or me? 

Eric: You. 
Me: 10 million dollars? 
Eric: You. 
(editor’s note, I’m seriously doubting his intelligence)

Me: Do you think butterflies remember life as a caterpillar?
Eric: What kind of question is that? Uh… no.

Me: Apple Juice or Orange Juice? 
Eric: Apple Juice

Me: When was the last time you were pulled over by the cops? 
Eric: Years ago. 

Me: If you instantly turned into a woman for a day, how would you spend that day? 
Eric: Crying and watching the Hallmark Channel.

Update to "Five Questions."

We had a lovely dinner with Eric’s Mom Joanne and Step-Dad Bruce tonight in downtown Manchester. Joanne read yesterday’s blog post and added some valuable information to the ‘Favorite toy’ question.  It seems that Eric’s recollection of running into a car was a little more serious. That incident, as she recalls, frightened her half-to-death as little Eric came running to her yelling “I hit a car” so she thought the car was moving and hit him! Turns out, he needed stitches after driving his favorite big yellow Tonka truck into a parked car. (Yes, the car was in deed parked.) So it wasn’t just a little bump on the head as he recalls. It was a frantic drive to the hospital emergency room fearing he split his head open! Ah… childhood memories. Reminds me of my own incident when I was rushed to get stitches. I was at a Halloween party when some redheaded kid pushed me down onto hard concrete. Breaking my fall was my arm, but right on top of some fake costume fingernail tips (not mine). One of those deadly tips sliced right into my elbow. So my Dad and ‘Big Fat Buddy’ (we called him Big Fat Buddy because his name was Bud and he was big and fat — hey, it was before political correctness) took me to the emergency room. I still look at that scar as if it’s a badge of honor. If you did not get some kind of scar when you were a child, you were not living!

Eric Answers Five Questions.

I have always been annoyingly inquisitive. My mother remembers that I used to ask many questions over and over and over again when I was a chatty child. That has not changed. Especially when Eric and I are driving to a workshop and we’re in the van for 16 hours. I revel in asking him random, insignificant questions. But, he does not enjoy answering them so much. Usually after the tenth inquisition, he pretends he cannot hear me. Nonetheless, I decided that I would regularly feature a “Eric Answers Five Questions” post. This will help when he complains that I’m ridiculously interrogating him — I can simply counter with “It’s for the Blog!” 

Me: What was your favorite toy when you were a kid? 
Eric: Easy. My yellow Tonka dump truck. But one day, I ran my truck into a parked car. That’s how I got that bump on my head.
(editor’s note… he gave me a demonstration)

Me: If you could only eat one food item for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Eric: I would say Peanut Butter since you could survive on that.

Me: What is your favorite color?  
Eric: Blue
(editor’s note… boring! I’m surprised he didn’t say yellow)

Me: Have you ever eaten a crayon?   
Eric: No. But I have eaten clay.
Me: On purpose?  
Eric: No. When someone shoved it down my throat in High School during art class.

Me: What were you doing 3 hours ago?  
Eric: Responding to your brother on the Fantasy Football Smack Board and making you dinner. Stop asking me questions.
Me: Until next week.