Babybel, my human auto-correction device, a trait I just wrote about here, is very quick to defensively exclaim, "I'm DID do it!"
That's your response when I ask one of those accusatory questions, where I FULL WELL know the answer, such as, "You didn't go potty before you left, did you?" or "Did you paint at school today?" or "Why didn't you finish your milk?"
"I'm DID do it, Mommy! I'm DID!"
Or when I am actually mistaken or ignorant, but you take it as a personal attack, "Did you throw away the dirty diaper?" or "Did you finish that banana?"
"I'm DID, Mommy, I'm DID do it!"
Get this: I don't correct you.
Because 1) I think it's cute and 2) I like the conviction with which you deliver that sentence. Mixed tenses aside, you have so much conviction that you need not one, but THREE conjugated verbs to express your passion.
And isn't that what it all amounts to? Any of our lives, really. What it all boils down to?
I am. I did and I do.
I did and I do. And I am.
I do. And I did. So, I am.
We are what we do. And we do what we are.
Like. So. Totally. Profound.
Don't interrupt me, I'm having an epiphany.
For example, I'm not the most confident, go-get-em, conquer the world type. I'm a worrier. And a procrastinator. And an avoider. I am what I do. I do what I am. That's what I did.
Today, after having a lazy morning since we didn't need to bring Daddy to "Work at The BART Train" (as you say), we ran some errands, the most important of which was to get supplies for our emergency kits.