I sent Bookworm to take a shower after her sister. They stood in the bathroom and talked. And giggled. And squealed.
"Bookworm! You need to get in the shower!"
"She can't get in the shower because her sister is in there," my wonderful man stated.
"What do you mean? She can shower while her sister is in there!"
"No, she can't. When they are in there together they just stand around. Or sing. Or fight. Or whatever. But they don't do what they are supposed to do." He seemed very frustrated by this behavior.
"It's because they're girls. It's how we bond. We bond in front of the mirror while we try silly hair styles, or paint our nails. It's what we do. You're just going to have to get over it. I think it comes with having ovaries. Or a uterus. Something. Anyway, it's normal. Don't worry about it. Some day they will have their deepest, most earth shattering conversations in the bathroom. Trust me. It's a beautiful thing."
He still doesn't get it.