Boys are Dumb...

The "boys are Dumb" statement originated from my wife. And although it is an unkind statement, it is certainly true in the way I reflect upon it.

One summer day, (might have been in 2008?) my daughter came and asked my wife why her brother was hitting himself in the head with a rock. Naturally, my wife responded "Because boys are dumb." For those of you with young children, you know how impressionable they can be. So my wife informed me later that day what she had said so I could be prepared for it, and it wouldn't come as such a surprise as it did one evening during dinner when our daughter, (cranky for being told she had to eat her peas) turned and said to her mom "I want to wear make-up so *I* can be the boss." The look my wife had was not directed at her...but me, the guilty one.

Ahem, but I digress...

The next day, following the 'Dumb' comment, was a hot one, and the kids were playing in the yard. My son had on a pair of denim jeans that I had cut into shorts. At one point he had come up to me from playing in the yard to inform me that the fringe that was dangling from the shorts onto his leg was bothersome, and could I remove it?
Having remembered my friend Johnny removing a stray thread on one of my costumes with a cigarette lighter while at the Renaissance Festival, I set to work with a my own lighter. Not a cigarette lighter (Not all boys are dumb - I gave up smoking years ago~!), but rather, I used one of those long necked, fire-place lighters. It worked like a charm~!! The threads immediately flared up then vanished in smoke, so I sent him on his way~!
I returned the lighter to the kitchen and came back outside to sit on the front steps when he came running back, informing me that his leg hurt where I removed the threads. Naturally I informed him that it was his imagination, but he countered immediately that it still burns. With a sigh, I reached for his shorts gave them a rub, and then turned the edge upwards so I could see the inside.
-=Yikes=-
I had set my son on fire~! Frantically, I began patting, rubbing and squeezing out the tiny licks of flame and stubborn embers, all the while apologizing to him. I may have also uttered a few 'expletive deletes' and a reference that my wife was correct.

Boys are Dumb.

Here endith the blog...