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.
Poor guy.
4 comments:
And we'll never understand about belching and farts and hitting each other!
Both you and Dawn stated it perfectly...men will never understand bathroom talks and for the life of me I will never understand why a fart is funny. Great post!
Oh, the bathroom. How many deep conversations have I had in a bathroom?
Poor Studmuffin, in a houseful of women and no one to do his thing with. You are right Dawn!!
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