I often think about how unique that one letter makes a person.
I am speaking chromosomally, of course.
As I look around at my family it is quite obvious to me that...
Something about the Y causes the male to look in a cabinet/closet/ drawer/room and not see the item he is looking for that is staring him in the face (we call that "the man glance").
Something about the Y gives the male a perfect aiming device for urine, yet he is unable to pee exclusively inside the toilet.
Something about the Y turns a loving touch into a wrestling match.
Something about the Y prevents the male from actually hearing someone talk if there is
something more important anything else going through his brain.
Something about the Y makes the words "poop" and "pee" and anything resembling a fart sound hilarious.
Something about the Y gives males the natural ability to turn any object - real or imaginary - into a weapon and instantly create the perfect sound effect to match.
Something about the Y allows men to cut out dessert one day and instantly drop three pounds.
I guess God knew that my XX would only be balanced by five guYs.
And I'm glad He knew.