The Man

Mia cracks me up. She has this way of saying things that is so completely serious and earnest that you just want to give it so much credence, but at the same time, it is so god damn funny. For instance, whenever she observes any type of construction: a house being built, roads being repaired ... she will look out the window and, with a wistful deadpan, utter "The man did that." Our back porches are being rebuilt (don't get me started) and I showed her what was going on. She looked up at me, all wide-eyed and such and said, "The mans did this. Then they went away." Before you get all school her on gender equality on me, know this: I always explain to her that women do these types of jobs too. (I also tell her that it's men, not mans). But we don't see women out there. And she is stubborn little girl. And so as we continue on our travels, to school, to work, we are constantly on the lookout for ... the man. And y'know, he's always out there.