To paraphrase Mel Brooks: “Sometimes it’s good to be Queen.”
Nothing has made that more apparent then when I watch my boys interact with their dad. The greeting my husband gets on a pretty regular basis is not one I’d cialis price appreciate, but among men it is a warm and friendly salutation. It’s not a hug, a fist bump or even the nonchalant backward jerk of the head. It’s a slap in the face.
Literally, a slap in the face.
Sitting down for the family meal the other night son #4 says “Heeeeeeey Dad!” and open hand slaps him in the face. My husband, doesn’t seem bothered by this at all. Not only is this a perfectly acceptable, he answers #4 with a “Heeeeeeeey.”
Not even 30 seconds later #2, who is 3 years older and about a foot taller, walks up behind his chair and says “Hi Dad, How was work?” as he whacks the back of his shorn head. “Not bad.”, he says rubbing his glossy dome. “Awesome”, #2 says as he balls up a fist and plows it into my husband’s right shoulder, after which they smile and laugh.
After our meal is completed the father of my children is engaged in conversation with son #3. He is asking about his day, soccer practice and his plans for the evening. This son has a good two inches of height on his dad, so in order to look him in the eye, my husband has to tilt his head up just a bit. As #3 answers each questions, he playfully (read:painfully) accentuates each and every word with a left slap, then a right slap, left slap, right slap, left slap……..
“Hey!! STOP!!” my husband finally yells. “That hurts!”…..then they start laughing.
Why is a human game of whack-a-mole the sign of love among men? Is a boxing match the ultimate sign of brotherly love? Will my husband end up with a black eye???
Last week my husband had to go out of town for a few days. When he walked in the door last night our #4 ran up greeting him with a…..hug…..and said “Awwww, hi Dad, I really missed slapping you!”.
Now that’s love.