Gloves are for girls

When Brad and I were newly married, I saw some gloves on sale at the grocery store and thought of his hands getting cold when he would scrape the ice of the car every morning.  So I bought them for him and happily presented my excellent gift to him.  He said thanks so much, but he would not be wearing them.  Gloves are for girls he said, and then listed all sorts of practical reasons why he could just let his hands fend for themselves.  What a manly man!

Fast forward to today.  I had forgotten the above mentioned experience, and so when Brad began to do the dishes after dinner tonight I lovingly suggested, "Honey, why don't you use the rubber gloves?" With a pause and slow shake of his head suggesting that I was crazy, Brad said, "No...gloves are for girls!"

I know for a fact that he detests touching the leftover food that is on the plate with his bare hands, and that his hands used to get extremely cold while scraping the ice, but still he refuses!  Its hilarious!! :)  I never realized that gloves were so inherently girly. 


After today, I am pretty sure that I will remember that gloves are for girls.  Just wait and see when I do not offer him a pair of gloves in five years when he is out working in the yard (that would be cool if we really did have a yard in five years...).  He will get blisters but insist that gloves are for girls.  :)  Men are so strange sometimes, but I look forward to these little quirks continuing to bring me amusement in the future because I love to laugh!