1.    A cute little think happened on my visit to my grand daughter (Emma) over xmas. Christmas day I told Emma, “Go pick out one of you new books you got from Santa and I’ll be in to read it as soon as I get a glass of tea”. So, I took only a few minutes, I swear, just two minutes, and she sticks her little head out of her room and yells, “Damn it, Pa Pa, come on!” We all looked at each other and within ten seconds, she yelled again, “And I do mean Damn it!”  You should have seen her stance: hands on hips, cocked head, swirls around and stomps away. Now remember, she’s only two Yeah, I recognize we have a firecracker in the making. But let’s face it. She’s just doing what comes natural, you know, being a bossy impatient female (g). She is the sparkle in my life. What a pickle.

2.    About eight years ago, before I retired, there where about six guys sitting around the cafeteria table at lunch discussing how bossy women could get.  Our bud, Pete walks in with a sad sack, over hears our discusses and adds, “I feel your pain, brothers. I never realized how messed up I was till I had daughters (poor Pete has five and a wife going through the change). They correct my choice of tie, the sox I wear, how I drive, what I eat. Man, I can’t do anything right.” As Pete hung his head, the rest of us looked at each other, got down on our knees and paid respect to the poor tortured soul.

Both these stories are true and are but a small sample of the hundreds of incidence where the genes of a tiny woman take over and they become the task master over us full grown men. What I can’t figure out is why we luv em so damn much (g).

Till next time.

Big Mike
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