"I gotta pee in the grass." So said my 3 year grandson. It was at that point that I realized what the origin of the male drive for power and control is.
He took out that little cocktail weenie, arched his back and directed the streaming arc with gusto. What authority, what confidence, what power. The warrior. The conqueror. The Urinator.
Of course, he's three, so he will never remember this experience that propelled him toward his Male Manifest Destiny, as all of us men will not remember either. Until the next time we pee in the grass.
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