This won’t be scientific or even a lecture on men’s brains. It’s merely an insight into some of their more bizarre behavior. Actually, one recent incident that makes it glaringly clear – the difference between XX and XY, in the most general of terms.
For Father’s Day this year I gave my dentist man, his father and my step-father all the same thing, hey, don’t mess with me on originality – Father’s Day fell on graduation, I was a bit preoccupied! anyhow… I gave them each this nifty little item.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think this little item would be the hit it was. I gave it to my father-in-law at graduation and he proceeded to show it off proudly to my brother-in-law. My step-dad gave out a hearty “Hey Cool!”
Once we got home from said festivities, my second-born proceeded to place the provided batteries in his dads. And that’s when that darn Y came into play. I could see it in his eye! The tongue began to emerge and the racket came closer “SON!” Now… being the mother of boys is also realizing that you can curb stupidity, but by not allowing a certain amount of “experimentation” (aka: stupidity) only worse things can happen. “Son. You may touch it with your finger, but NOT your tongue…. or your brothers.” Satisfied with this, he proceeded to touch it.
“OUCH! That freaking HURTS!” Duh.
Within minutes the three youngers found a poor misguided bug that had been tapping at their playroom window for quite a while, in bug terms that is.
*ZAP – SPARK* …. fizzle….
“WHOA – COOL!” The hunt began.
Having found several more bugs outside and the sun coming down, they decided to head in, but not before I hear….
“OUCH – that really DOES hurt!” from the third-born. Duh.
(I just hope he didn’t lick it?)
The next night, after all bugs dumb enough to wander in had been hunted, my dentist man couldn’t resist. It’s my fault really, I did leave it next to him after all.
“Man, that really DOES hurt.” Duh.
Yesterday…. my first-born, spying this item for the first time was intrigued. New toy? His newly graduated brain asks. And here comes the tongue again. “Son! Finger, not the tongue…. or your brothers.”
The zapper goes flying and girlish squeal comes flying from his mouth. “Crap! That really DOES hurt!” Duh.
And just today, the fourth-born comes into our room to hide from his older brothers while I’m folding laundry and see’s his opportunity. No one has let him have a turn at our newest acquisition, and again, here comes the tongue. “Son. Not the tongue.” (I don’t need to worry about the brothers.) “Does it really hurt?” “Uh, yeah!”
“Oh – that really DOES hurt!” Duh.
My point here is… not only would you NOT see those of us carrying twin X chromosomes wanting to lick various items – especially those that have been used to exterminate any sort of animal…. save bacon, but if we had actually been knuckle-headed enough to touch it in the first place, we’d share the experience, believe the other person and avoid repeating it! Mind you…. that hasn’t stopped procreation somehow. Some things you just don’t learn I guess?
As I explain this phenomenon to my boys, as best I can explain even to myself, that boys have this instinct so as to protect those XX’s around them. It’s a good thing as goofy as that sounds. As boys will attempt something painful more than once just to make sure it really does hurt the second time because hunting, fighting for your family or various other manual tasks that may cause pain wouldn’t happen if their brains told them to stop after the first time. If they saw the men around them falling in battle and that Y wasn’t telling them “It can’t hurt THAT bad”, battles may never have been won.
Hey – it’s all I’ve got to explain this bizarre behavior. Give me something!
Still doesn’t explain the licking…. for that I’ve got nothin?