Oddities?

At lunch today, Brenda asked Kim if she had licked her knife. Kim told her that she hadn't, and handed Brenda the knife to use. I sat there for a moment, then asked, "You lick your knives?" They both said they do, and found it very odd that I don't. Kim wondered how I ever made it to adulthood without licking knives, and she told me they need to teach me some life skills. "Don't you lick your knife when you use peanut butter?" they asked. "Well, no, and I rarely use peanut butter anyway," I replied. I went on to tell them that I don't lick my fingers either (unless I'm desparate), and that is why I use a fork and knife to eat fried chicken. Okay, so maybe I'm a little more obsessive compulsive that I thought.

My dear husband, on the other hand, has no obsessive compulsive behavior when it comes to his hands. While he was mowing this afternoon, Joel noticed a mouse by the fence, so he proceeded to capture it by the tail. (There must be something about operating power equipment that makes guys want to do "manly" things.) Anyway, Joel intended to just fling the mouse away from the house, but the impact of the fall killed it. I had a brief moment of remorse for the critter, but I was reminded the mouse is better dead than in the house. True. I think this was really just a throw-back to Joel's teen farming days. He had nothing better to do while driving a tractor than to look for rodents to kill with dirt clods. Very manly indeed. : )