A Lesson in Pride

Eric had last Saturday off. Between work and Service Saturday projects at church, this is a rarity. I so look forward to these days because it means one full day of shared responsibility with the girls. By the time these days roll around I need a straight jacket and rubber room.

So on this rare Saturday, much to my regret, I announced that the bubble blowing gun we bought the girls at Wal-Mart the other day isn't working. At this announcement Eric grabs his tools, goes outside on the front steps and sets to work fixing it. While I usually love the fact that Eric is my Mr. Fix it Man, it completely annoys me on this day. I didn't think trying to fix a $6 Bubble Blaster was a good use of time and, of course being the control freak that I am, I tell him this.

About an hour after Eric decides to work on the gun I step outside and he declares, "I fixed it! The tube had a hole in it so I bit part of it off and connected the tube back together." He then gives me a cocky "I am man, I can do anything" smile. As he's still smiling he inhales the piece of tubing he bit off and it gets lodged in his throat. This ends up in a 10 minute fit of dry heaving on the front steps. I start laughing so hard that I actually snort then manage to yell "Don't puke on the steps!" After a tall glass of water and 10 more minutes of coughing he croaks out "This does not go in the blog!" To which I reply "Oh yes it does." How can I pass up this lesson in pride?*

*Read and approved by Mr. D