It’s Wednesday night and PIC and I are eating dinner in front of the TV. He leans back and glances up at the ceiling fan (which is, I might add, my absolutely pride and joy) before balling up his napkin.
Having grown up with a younger brother, I know exactly where he’s going with this.
But it’s too late to stop him. He’s launched the napkin up into the fan and is grinning like a 5 year old, waiting to see if it gets caught in the blades or lands across the room.
“What is wrong with you?” I demand. “Why would you do that?”
His response—I’m just having fun!—is classic boy.
The napkin makes it safely to the steps. And as he retrieves it to try again, I’m reminded that living with a man also means living with his 5-year old alter ego.
Having never before lived with a boy/man, revelations of these are a semi-daily occurrence. And even though I know that part of my perturbation stems from the fact that this is my house, my first house and my version of hard won thrift shop perfection, I’m still completely baffled every time he does something like, you know, throwing a napkin through the ceiling fan…
Your turn: what wacky manifestations of boyhood (or girlhood) does your partner exhibit?