As I write this, the male members of this family are involved in an in depth conversation about their different bathroom techniques. Folding toilet paper, positioning, etc. This "poop conversation," as they have deemed it, has been going on for at least 10 minutes.
Fortunately, they waited until we had actually finished consuming our food before diving into the food's eventual condition. I had to leave.
They sit there at the dinner table, the boys enraptured, worrying only that their father (or mother) might sometime put an end to the discussion.
Oh wait, now the conversation has moved on to "bear poo" and the latest episode of Man vs. Wild.
I am surrounded by boys and men and boys wanting to be men and men wanting to be boys.
No wonder I get such severe PMS. It's my female hormones trying to assert themselves in this testosterone filled world.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
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