My mother said it best tonight. “Honey, that’s why they call it the “Why” chromosome.
Because, I was explaining to her the injustice of having sons who appear to have a surplus of IQ points and a deficit of common sense.
Why, I wondered aloud, did I have to sound like a broken record all weekend: “Don’t run with sticks.” “Don’t wrestle on top of the loft bed.” “Put the Sticks Down!”
Why, oh WHY was there, yesterday morning, before 8AM a bloody nose and cut lip on the elder son?
I told her a pediatrician pal told me that the condition is incurable. It’s called the Y Chromosome.
“No, honey. WHY. WHY chromosome.”
Mom knows best.
Boymom motto: It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
Truer words were never spoken.