A Trip to the Hardware Store
by Janice Seagraves
Life is interesting when you have children, especially a daughter. And mine has a real different mindset.
Not that long ago we went to the hardware store and looked at tools.
Photo by Janice Seagraves
My daughter looked around and threw her arms in the air. “Why is everything named after a man’s body part, or sounds like sex?”
Me, arching an eyebrow: “What do you mean?”
Daughter: “I mean it’s all called ‘hard-ware,’ right? Think about that.”
Me: “Well, yeah.”
Daughter: “And dad wants me to find his nuts for him?”
Me, trying not to laugh: “Okay. What’s your point?”
She holds up several items. “Screws, bolts, and a rod.”
I smiled. “I suppose your right.”
Daughter: “Then there are names like Ham-her, Screw-drive-her, Joint-her, Compress-her and Fasten-her. It sounds like they doing something bad to a woman, ya know?”
Me: “I never thought of that.”
Daughter, shaking a finger: “And don’t get me started on power tools.”
Gulp, at this point I was afraid to ask.
Next we went to the checkout line, and it was one of those places where you check yourself out.
Then my daughter yells: “Dad, don’t go in there, your nuts are too small.”
I hate to admit it, but I just lost it. I was laughing so hard tears streamed down my face.
My husband, blushing badly, had to lead me out to the car.
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