Tuesday Morning Tussle

As I have long suspected, a great deal of the excitement that is our lives occurs after I have left the house each day.  This morning, at work, I received an email from my wife.

"Did I remember to tell you that I was late for my post-observation conference with my boss this morning..."

No, you did not.  Unfortunately, I can think of no less than 12 things that may have caused that to be true and all of them involve one boy or another.  Tell me more.  And by tell me more, I mean tell me who I have to kill and when, so I can rearrange my schedule.

"...because I had to break up and de-escalate a physical altercation over whether the song on the radio was by Rhianna or Katy Perry?"

Fisticuffs over women...already?  I laughed so loudly that a co-worker came to investigate.  Okay, I'll say it...that was not one of the 12 things I thought of...that's even better.

"Yeah.  This is my life," the email continued.  "I know one shoots whipped cream out of her boobs, but does that warrant a headlock?"

Actually, yes, it does.  Look, we've been married for nearly 15 years so I think it's time I let you in on a little secret.  Boys are stupid.  Not academically speaking, of course, but purely in a social sense.  There really isn't any way to defend it.  It's probably best if you just get behind it.

- 21 February 2012