Conversation: Regarding Relationships and the Cleanliness of Ears

At supper I looked over at my eldest son. The opening of his ear was smeared with sticky brown ear wax, and there were several large chunks stuck in the goo.

Me:  Honey, I think we need to wash your ears.

Mr. SP:  NO!  No!  Anything but that!

Me:  Well, you can choose:  A quick wash for your ears, or you can go over to the neighbor’s house to get Hannah so she doesn’t miss the rest of supper. (She hadn’t heard me call her home when supper was ready, and we needed to go somewhere right after supper.)

Mr. SP:  I’ll just get my shoes.

YaYa: (shaking head)  I don’t think any girl is ever going to like you when you get to high school.

Me:  Oh, there’s the right person for everybody.  You just have to find that person.  I didn’t think I’d ever find your dad, but I did.

YaYa:  But.  But . . .

Mr. SP:  (with a monstrous grin) But I’m a whole different matter entirely!

YaYa:  Exactly.