The Spark

I entered the lounge to find the good lady and the little lady earnestly discussing something. Although I had not been privy to the start of their conversation my man-hackles twerked and juddered slightly.

Danger... Danger...

My Spidey sense warned.

I stopped and examined the scene before me.

The good lady had my daughter on her lap and was pointing at a book.

... and that is just one of the reasons that women's bodies are so incredible. I mean, my own body grew you and your little brother from a tiny little egg.

Woooow. Mummy, that is incredible!

And even beyond that, after you were born my milk helped you and your brother to grow up healthy and strong.

Oh mummy that is amazing. Women's bodies are just so... AMAZING!

Perhaps it was the mild hangover which pulsed at my reasoning or perhaps my metaphorical Manaconda stirred in its lair but something made me speak.

Hey, hang on a flipping minute.

I said.

I. A man, created the life that you are now talking to. I am the ultimate progenitor around here.

There, that ought to do it. My mannity was appeased.

Mummy Bear laughed. A soft tinkling lady thing.

Oh Daddy!! You were only the flint.

I spluttered for a moment like a toad that has half-eaten a condom. Cheeky mare!!!

If I was only the flint then it is my spark that started the fire!

Ha! Take that woman, even half asleep and hungover my might brain is a fearsome thing to behold.

The good lady rolled her eyes.

Just a little spark. Then this powerful woman's body took that spark and made something good from it.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

Tread carefully lady or you won't be seeing much of that spark for a while.

Promises promises Daddy.

Said the good lady with a smirk.

The little lady laughed with her Mother.

Daddy, why don't you go to the garage and hit things with a hammer!!

They both almost fell off their chair laughing.

I glared at them.

I think I will.

I declared haughtily and stamped out.

Pfft, women.