Tonight, my husband and I sat on the couch catching up about our day, and watching our kids play outside. The fruit of our loins were playing a new game they had invented, in which the girls jump on the trampoline while my son throws his nerf football at them, in hopes of pegging them in the head.
The name of this lovely game is aptly called “Danger Ball.”
Both my husband and I sat on the couch watching the mayhem unfold, knowing something catastrophic was only moments away from happening, and saying to ourselves, “I should really get up, but I’m just too tired.”
However, here is where we differ. I thought I should get up, open the back door, and yell out, “Stop that, someone is going break their face and I have no desire to spend the evening at Urgent Care! Do you know how much new faces cost?”
On the other hand, my husband thought he should get up and locate the movie camera so that he could catch on film the hilarious debacle that would earn him $10,000 on America’s Funniest Home Videos.
Men and women. So similar. And so very, very different.