The INTPs Shadowy Lair
Continuing on with our MBTI family interaction stories, I’ve got a great one to tell you about that happened a couple days ago between me (INFJ Mom) and my son (INTP 16). So there I was loading the dishwasher when my son rushes into the kitchen and says, “Mom! You gotta come, quick!” But I could tell nothing was serious, his tone was playful. He grabbed me by the shoulders and started marching me out of the kitchen like a prisoner, lol. INFJ Mom: Where are we going? INTP 16: To the deepest circle of hell. INFJ Mom (pretending to be scared): Y-y-you mean… *gulp*, YOUR room? INTP 16: Yes, my evil lair. Mwahahaha! INFJ Mom: No! Not that! Anything but that! INTP 16 (in a suddenly cheerful voice): Really? Anything? INFJ Mom: Haha…. no INTP 16: *shrugs* Can’t blame a guy for trying. INFJ Mom: So what do you need? INTP 16: That place sent me, like, this online job interview thing. I know how I want to answer the questions, but it won’t let me continue unless I have a word count of at lea...