The difference between men and women.

Apparently it begins early.....

Every man who has been married more than five seconds, or who has dated a girl seriously has experienced this situation.

Imagine you and your beautiful wife/girl friend are driving in the car. You've been out running errands, visiting the sick, rescuing poor defenseless animals - you know the drill. Seemingly out of nowhere your wife turns to you and says, "Aren't you hungry?" or "Aren't you thirsty?" Now, the inexperienced man will probably answer this question truthfully. "Yes," or "No." However, a man who is worth his snot knows that this question is code for "Dear, we've been out a long time doing lots of things and I'm rather hungry/thirsty and was wondering if perhaps you wouldn't mind stopping somewhere so that I could get something to eat?" Heaven help the man who answers "No" to the question....

Yesterday morning (Saturday) I was in bed enjoying the fact that my electronic alarm didn't have to get me up this morning. As is often the case Evelynn was the first person up in our house. This morning it was late enough that she also woke Eloise up. Geneen got out of bed first (also a rarity ;o) to go help Eloise, leaving me alone in the bed. Soon I was enjoying the company of my darling daughter Evelynn. As I lay in bed struggling to defeat all of Evelynn's logical reasons to wake up; she asked me a rather interesting question. I will now switch to dialogue mode:
"Dad, are you hungry?"
"No, I'm not hungry."
"Don't you want to eat breakfast?"
"No, I'm not hungry right now."
"Dad, aren't you hungry?"
"No, I'm not hungry, I'm tired."
"Dad, do you want to eat breakfast?"
At this point I realized what she was doing. I obviously wasn't listening to her. I thought she was aksing if I was hungry. When obviously she meant, "Dad, I've been asleep for a long time. The last time I ate food was over 11 hours ago. I'm quite hungry. If it's not too much trouble could you please get out of bed and get me something to eat?"

After realizing what was really going on, marvelling that this phenomenon seems to be a gender characteristic I did what any good dad does. I rolled over, looked at my darling daughter, and said, "Go ask your mom."