Men/Boys

My husband has been working on a new computer for the last few months. He ordered all the separate parts and spent a whole week putting the thing together, only to find it didn't' work. He worked, adjusted, wiggled, and replaced so much he was at the point of dismantling it and selling it for parts.

Then the new motherboard arrived, and (chorus singing) it worked! Not since the doc brought Frankenstein back from the dead has a man been so happy.

Once it came to life my husband reverted to age 12. He bounced around the house clapping, singing, snapping his fingers, and kissing the dog. He's been giggly. And for the last two night I've barely seen him. I can't be mad, though. To see his happy, smiling face when he does emerge from the office is worth it.

It's also a reminder that men never grow up. They may pretend for a long time, but in every man there is a boy just waiting, waiting, for play time.