Men are from Eternia, women are from Rainbowland

Over a lovely Italian dinner on an outdoor patio, my husband and I discussed a similar event from our childhoods and how we responded. When I was 7 and came across a dead bird in my backyard, a friend and I gingerly picked it up, placed it in a Barbie lunchbox with a tissue covering its carcass and gave it a proper burial. When he was 8 and came across a dead bird, he and his friend blew it up with an M-80. I think that about sums up the differences between little girls and boys. Or I married a sociopath.