The last time I wrote about knights and dragons, I learned some very important things.
First, a few people mentioned that they really liked the story and the moral behind it. I’ve always felt that funny stories, especially real ones, are great communication tools. I’m glad to have experienced that one first hand. And dragons have become a regular conversation topic at our house, which I think will be good for both of us.
Second, I realized that my wife doesn’t read my blog very often. In part, I suspect that’s because I haven’t been writing very regularly. In any case, it looks like I can write whatever I want without worrying about getting in trouble. :)
So in that spirit, I’d like to describe our next conversation about dragons. When it’s cold, she likes to warm the car up by letting it run a bit before getting in or taking the kids anywhere. I can’t say I blame her as sitting in a freezing car is a pretty miserable thing to do.
A few days ago, Cheryl asked me to warm the car up. But she specified that I needed to turn the heater on high, which I normally don’t do as it just blows cold air.
“Thanks for slaying my dragon!” she called as I headed downstairs. I smiled and rolled my eyes a bit. “I just wanted to make sure you knew how to slay it,” she added. I just shook my head.
Yeah, okay. You want your dragon fricasseed.
I think she’s going to have to find some other way to let me know those kind of details. Telling me how to do my job takes away some of the enjoyment.
This morning, as I was getting ready to leave for work, Cheryl asked if I was going to shovel the driveway. Now there was only about a 1/2 inch of snow, and I had toyed with the idea of just letting it melt (or blow) away, but I know that Cheryl appreciates it when I clear off the driveway, so I said I’d do it.
When I was about half done, Cheryl stuck her head out the window and said, “Dan, maybe you don’t have to do that after all. It doesn’t look bad.” I shrugged and kept working. When I got back inside I smiled and gave her these words of wisdom:
When you send your knight out to slay a dragon, the right answer is “My hero!” not “Oops, that was the wrong dragon.”
She laughed pretty hard. I think she knew what I was going to say.
There was a book released in March this year called You Don’t Need to Slay My Dragons, Just Take Out the Trash. I haven’t read the book, but the title alone is enough to make me think it’s going to do a huge disservice to anyone who reads it.
As a gender, I believe males have a psychological need to be heroes and rescue their damsels in distress. We gain great satisfaction when we’re appreciated for our heroic efforts (or at least some approximation of heroic efforts). By taking this away, you damsels are not helping to motivate your knight. It’s actually kind of self-focused to think that way, especially as there is an easy win-win solution.
So what should you do when the trash needs to be taken out? Turn it into a dragon and send your knight off to battle. And then be all “My hero!” when he gets back.
UPDATE: There’s a part 2 to this story.