Even though I am a mother of two boys, I don’t understand them. Not even in the slightest.
For example, I don’t understand random, inappropriate bodily functions at the dinner table. I don’t understand them nor do I find them rip-roaring hilarious like my boys do.
I also don’t understand how Full Speed allowed the following to happen. He had sustained a fairly painful knee injury at school. Of course I gave him a generous amount of motherly sympathy and asked him how it happened.
Apparently his friends were quite successful thus the ‘terrible’ knee injury.
I asked him why he did that.
“I don’t know,” he said.
In all my years on this planet I have never once asked anyone, let alone multiple people, to beat me up. I told Full Speed exactly that.
He smiled and shrugged at me. I sensed he thought I might be missing out on a valuable life experience.
Agree to disagree.