In yesterday’s post, I was so wrapped up in talking about my fishing experience, I completely forgot to mention my brother’s fishing expedition. You see, he went fishing on Sunday as well, though he went alone. I told him to ask our brother-in-law if he could come, but Phillip looked at me and said, “All three of us in that boat? I think not!” After seeing the boat, I had to agree with him.
Anyway, he headed out alone with his ice chests, his MP3 player, his umbrella, and no telling how much bait. He wasn’t sure where he was going to fish, just that he had some ideas of where he wanted to go. On the way back to my sister’s house after we finished fishing, my brother-in-law and I saw Phillip in a popular fishing spot. We stopped to chat with him and found out he hadn’t caught anything. It seems the catfish were plaguing everyone Sunday (we caught a fair share as well, but they were hard-heads so we threw them back).
We wished Phillip good luck and headed to the house to clean our catch and end the day. When I finally got home about two hours later, I saw that he was home.
Mom: Phillip stabbed himself with his hook.
Me: Wow, that must’ve happened right after we saw him ’cause he was fine then.
Mom: Oh no, he did that at home picking up his gear. He came running inside yelling for me to fix his finger. I told him he had a wife who could do that, but he demanded I fix it.
Me: It must’ve been bad! Is he going to the hospital?
Mom: It’s a little hole in his finger. It’s swollen, but it’ll be fine.
Now I’m not knocking my brother’s panic, but I find it funny that he still wants his mama to fix his bo-bos. It’s cute. Here he is, a married man, but instead of having his wife tend him, he runs to mom. I doubt he was crying, but c’mon, what kind of sister would I be if I didn’t torment him about it?
He came over to the house about three times that night, each time with his pinky extended for mom to look at.
Brother: Does it look worse?
Mom: No, it looks better.
Brother: But look! It’s all swollen!
Mom: Soak it in some hot salty water and put some betadine on it.
Brother’s wife: I told him it looked better. He won’t believe me.
Sigh. I suppose that’s something most wives have to put up with: their husband’s absolute disbelief that they’ll take as good care of them as their moms did. My poor sister-in-law! I did warn her though, trust me, I did. I told her he was afraid of mice, and was a complete baby when he’s sick (which he so is!).
For those of you who are married, is your husband the kind who believes his mom is the only one who truly understands him and how to take care of him? Is this a good enough reason for me to avoid marriage?
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