You know how sometimes you can tell something is just not quite right, but you can't exactly tell what?
Like maybe you write a word and somehow it just doesn't look right? Like weird. Weird doesn't follow the "i before e, except after c" rule. Ironic.
Today I was sitting in the living room while Hubby was trying on his new running shoes.
Me: "Wait. Hold on a sec."
Me: "Tie your shoe again."
Me: "Just do it. Tie it in a bow again."
Hubby, with a nervous smile, while re-tying his shoe: "Why?!"
Me, laughing: "Oh my god, Honey, what are you doing?"
Hubby, panicked: "What do you mean?!"
I don't know how ten years could go by (almost 20 if you count childhood) without me knowing that Hubby ties his shoes, um, wrong.
Ok, not wrong, I guess, but differently. And certainly with less efficiency.
Me: "Show me again."
So, he picked up one lace in each hand and tied the first knot. Then he dropped the left-hand lace, and used his left hand to pull the right-hand lace into a loop. He just dropped it.
This is the point of his shoe-tying process that I later realized was what looked not quite right... the point at which I thought "Hmm, what's he doing? Why does that look odd?"
Then he finished his bow.
Hubby, laughing: "There. What's wrong with that?"
Me, laughing harder: "Oh, Honey. Here. Let me show you."
So, I picked up one lace in each hand and tied the first knot. What I didn't do was drop either of the laces. I used my left middle finger to reach across to the right-hand lace, and make the loop, then pinched the right-hand loop between my right finger and thumb. Then I wrapped and tucked. Et voila.
Hubby: "What do you mean?!"
Me: "Sorry, Honey."
Hubby, with frantic laughter: "Why don't I know how to tie my shoes?! How long have I been doing this?! Twenty, twenty-five years?"
Me, laughing hysterically: "It's ok Honey."
Hubby, laughing and yelling: "Show me again!"
And so I did. Over and over. And we searched YouTube videos on "the best way to tie your shoe". And we dissected every under-hand vs over-hand, every tuck vs pull, every criss vs cross. And we talked about how perhaps I'll be the one to teach our future children shoe-tying technique.
But the more videos we watched, the more obvious it was that re-training a 26/27-year-old brain is next to impossible. Old dog, new tricks, and all that.
For me it's a ponytail. I can only put my hair into a ponytail if the hair elastic starts on my right wrist. Any other method and my hair ends up looking like a dog-chewed Barbie head.
As for Hubby, he may be a guitar god, but a lace genius he is not.
In any case, we're going to tie our shoes like this from now on: