My husband and I are team teaching "Marriage and Family Relations" as a Sunday School class in our ward. Last week's lesson was on unity and appreciating each other's differences. To illustrate the point that men and women really don't think the same way, I told the following story from a couple of years ago. (Forgive me, I know I tell this story a lot, but I still find it hilarious.)
I was making bread one day when I dropped an entire canister of flour on the floor. It ricocheted of the fridge and coated the kitchen in mounds of white dust. Hearing the crash and my sigh of frustration, John poked his head around the corner. "You OK?"
"Yes, but I just made a huge mess and now I'm not going to get the bread done in time and we're going to be late. . ."
He cut me off mid-panic. "Leave the mess. Let me finish up what I'm doing and then I'll clean up while you bake."
"Great. Thanks so much."
So I salvage what I can from the piles of flour on the floor and continue mixing the dough. A few minutes later Ivan wanders in. . . . opens a cupboard. . . . pokes his head in the fridge. . . . looks at me and asks, "Did you need any help?"
Incredulous, I look at his feet. He is standing barefoot in nearly an inch of flour. He follows my gaze. "Oh yeah! I forgot." He was very helpful and cleaned up the mess for me, but he wouldn't have noticed it had I not pointed it out. My comment? "You are such a man." Not complaining, just stating the obvious.
So the next time one of the men in your life is relaxing in the middle of a room that looks like wild monkeys have been rampaging through it and you're thinking How can he just sit there? Does he not notice the mess? The answer is: No. No, he really doesn't see it. He wouldn't notice a mess if he stepped in it. Barefoot.
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