Because he knew. He knew that when the car battery died for the fourth time this month, that I would sigh and make the call. Again. He knew that even though I went to Sears last week, and bought a battery charging thingamadoodle, I would still sigh and make the call. Again.
It's not because I am afraid to do man work.
My excuse when I made the call this time? I can pop the hood, but I can't find the whachamacallit to release it so I can lift the hood.
I am hopeless. It's sad, but true.
Go ahead and feel bad for my husband. And, my father-in-law. They routinely rescue me....at least it seems that way this month!
Which leads me to why God gave me these sons.
Because, when the car died for the fourth time this month, I would sigh and make the call. And, my husband would sigh and patiently assure me he would be there soon. To pop the hood and hold my hand. I love that man.
But, my sons would, without so much as a word from me, get out of the car, pop the hood, release the whachamacallit, hook up the charger and tell me to start the car. All while I sat there in disbelief, wondering when they grew up. Well, and I took a few pictures real quick once I snapped out of shock.
They told me to start the car, Mama!
And, I did! Then I sighed and made the call. To their daddy to tell him that he was not needed. He said to tell his boys we was glad they manned up!
I guess there are some new heroes in town. But yes, don't get your panties in a wad, I will learn to jump the car myself one day soon. Just so I can if they aren't there to save me. And, so I can teach my girls that they can take care of themselves too. If they have to.
And I will thank God for sons that take care of women! I'm sure it will get them in trouble with some enlightened, feminist one day. But, I don't care!