Nature Versus Nurture


b335d9b3-e4b1-4463-a640-0fc2993fc86e.jpeg“I don’t understand,” Hal said to his wife. “We have two boys, two years apart, both raised in the same household, both exposed to the same things, and the two couldn’t be more different. What are we doing wrong?”

“I’m holding on to the hope that we’re not doing anything wrong,” Judy said. “I just think they have different natures.”

“That’s an understatement,” Hal said. “Richard is downright vulgar, whereas Robert is extremely bashful.” It’s hard to believe they are actually related to each other.”

“I know,” Judy said. “And where Richard is irreverent, Robert always shows great finesse.”

“Well, I just don’t get it,” Hal lamented. “They’re both our sons, so they should be like peas in a pod, not like they are from different species.”

Judy sighed, got a quizzical look on her face, and said, “Hal, do you think it’s possible that one of our boys is adopted?”

“Well, that would certainly address the issue of nature versus nurture,” Hal said.

Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (holding), Word of the Day Challenge (vulgar), Your Daily Word Prompt (bashful), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (irreverent), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (finesse).

I’m Losing My Mind

1C30BF85-CD42-44CF-ACBA-EFB9F666FB4BAt least that’s what my wife keeps telling me. For instance, last night I asked her a question. She got a strange look on her face and said, “You just asked me that.”

“I did? Did you answer me?”

“Yes, I did.”

“What did you say?”

“I already answered your question,” she said. “Either you didn’t listen when I answered, in which case why did you ask if you had no interest in my answer, or, if you can’t even remember asking me, you probably won’t be able to remember the answer even if I say it again.”

Hmm, she has a point. And then there was the other day when we were walking our dog and I said something to her and she said, “You just said that.”

“Really?” I said. “I thought I just thought it, but didn’t actually say it.” It seems that I often can’t recall if I actually said something or I only just thought it.

And then there are the times that my wife and I might be sitting and watching TV and she’ll ask me to get something for her, say a glass of water. I’ll walk into the kitchen, feed the cat, and then walk back to where my wife is sitting and sit down. She’ll look at me and ask, “Where’s my water?”

“Oh, right,” I say and get up to get her a glass.1450B989-2045-491C-895C-18E1347DE23B“Never mind,” she says. “I’ll get up and get it myself.”

And then she adds, “You really are losing your mind.”

MLMM Photo Challenge — My Fair Lady

7393BB13-A8BD-475D-A7C2-71379A941947The good folks at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie have presented us with this photo by Malina Rose as this week’s Photo Challenge. How could I look at that photo and not start singing “On the Street Where You Live,” the song by songwriters Alan Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe from the Broadway Musical, “My Fair Lady”?

You know the lyrics to that song, right?

I have often walked down the street before
But the pavement always
Stayed beneath my feet before
All at once am I
Several stories high
Knowing I’m on the street where you live

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. It’s a couple in the photo, not a just a man. And they’re only several feet above the surface, not several stories high. Don’t get hung up on the details, folks.

Imagine that the song is a duet sung by a hip, young couple who are on their way to her place for, I don’t know, a little afternoon delight, perhaps. He’s following her fast pace and suddenly he realizes that they’re on her block. He’s so thrilled that he starts singing, “All at once am I several stories high, knowing I’m on the street where you live.”

She hears him, turns around, her excitement as intense as his. Soaring, she floats over to him, throws her arms around his neck, plants a passionate kiss on his mouth, and then sings, “People stop and stare, they don’t bother me, for there’s no where else on earth that I would rather be.”

It just doesn’t get any more romantic than that, does it?

Okay, now sing along with me.

Twittering Tales — The Operation

ABF682FC-0BAB-4587-9640-EA18D5447E98“Doctor, we’ve lost him,” the resident said.

“Doctor, are you going to make the call?” the intern asked.

“Doctor, you did everything you could,” the nurse said.

“It was hopeless from the outset,” the doctor said.

“That’s because the patient was a cadaver, doctor,” the resident said.

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: sasint at

FOWC with Fandango — Irreverent

FOWCWelcome to June 25, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “irreverent.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.