The life of a CHO, the Chief Household Officer. There Are CEOs (Chief Executive Officers) and CFOs (Chief Financial Officers) and COOs (Chief Operating Officers) and their ilk. A CHO was called Mr. Mom in the distant past. With more Ms. CEOs, there are more Mr. CHOs. Kinder, Kuchen, Kirche (Children, Kitchen, Church) were the domains and province of women. Now she brings home the bacon and he cooks it, or not if they have reservations about pork or meat; turkey bacon or tofu bacon works. He shows and tells Francis Bacon to the kinder. She brings home the bread and he converts it into PBJs (peanut butter and jelly), the official sandwich of the Republic. The moment of great anxiety arrives when one of the youngsters, dressed in his (or her) Sunday-go-to-church clothes, falls on the kitchen floor, scrapes a knee, and calls out for . . . . . . . . dad. The great obstacle to the new chief, of course, is the inherent nature of the male of the species. As we all know, adult males are frightened, insecure, desperate little boys in bigger bodies. Some point to the emerging research correlating the Y chromosome with stupidity and other callow behavior. However, some males have the rare Y cum serifs chromosome. Today’s CHO is able to rise above his gender.
Bumper sticker of the week:
What until your mother gets home
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