Our middle son climbed into the car looking a bit shaken. While we waited for his brothers to trudge down the carpool line, I asked if he was okay.
“It’s weird. My friends who have sisters keep telling me how lucky I am that I have brothers,” he paused. “Who knew?”
He was dead serious.
“Their sisters just stay in their rooms all day, and they don’t want to do anything.”
“Well, some girls like to do different things than you guys do, and they might not want to talk about football 24/7.”
He just shook his head, “I’m lucky,” still bewildered. “Who knew?”