Sensitive Steve

Last night, Steve was watching that live dub wedding proposal.  For those of you who haven't seen it:



And I look over and see him weeping.  So I go, "are you crying?  AGAIN?"  (Did I mention this was not he first time he's seen it?  Cried last time too.)  He starts wiping his eyes and I go over and pat him on the back and tell him he's just a sensitive guy.  Then I notice something on his shirt and go, "What's on your shirt? Do you have stains on it?"  I touched one stain and it was wet.  I ask, "Are these TEARS?"  Yes, folks.  Steve cried so hard at the wedding proposal that he dripped tears onto his shirt.  Cutest thing ever.

Steve also just called me and told me about a conversation he had with Wm this morning...

Steve: Let's go - we need to get to North Broadway.
Wm: I don't want to go.  I just want to go to first grade.
Steve: We signed you up for Before School because YOU asked us to!  Let's go!
Wm: I don't want to!!  But...I suppose you will make me go.  Even though I don't want to.  You will force me.  [sigh]
Steve: What is your deal?
Wm: I want to go to first grade!
Steve: You are just going to North Broadway for 45 minutes before school!  You are going to first grade!  Not camp!
Wm: Oh.  OK.
(Note Wm's expert use of guilt and manipulation.  He totally gets that from me.  Poor Steve.)