My minority status in our home is something I generally embrace. However, the three-to-one female-to-male ratio can have its challenges.
Over dinner last Thursday, I was feeling a little left out. The extended conversation was about various salon services — especially as related to the care of fingernails and toenails.
Glancing at my own hands, abused by recent yard work, I decided to join the conversation.
“What would it cost me to get a manicure?” I asked sincerely.
Our high school freshman daughter quickly responded: “Twenty-one dollars and your masculinity.”
I’m learning that some conversations don’t need my input.

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