For several days now I’ve been reading a book “Introverts In the Church.” Last night, for Guys’ Night Out, the boys wanted to go to Barnes and Noble. I didn’t have anything in particular I was looking for, so I asked at customer service if they had any books about introverts. They found me a couple and I skimmed them while the boys looked at their books.

On the way home I asked if they new what introverts and extroverts were. No, they didn’t. I gave a brief explanation and asked each what they were. I’m pretty confident #1 is an introvert, but I’m not sure about #2. He didn’t know either. “I think I’m a little of both.” The conversation ended and we went on. Soon, number #2 asked, “Dad, what do you think you might be?” #1 answered, “He’s intrusive.” “Do you mean introverted?” I asked. “Yeah, that I – N – T one.”

So, there you have it. I’m intrusive.