I can cook like a damn beast! I come form a long line of brilliant cooks. Why? Because we like to eat, so we learned to cook. I also can fix my own damn car. I can change oil, tires , batteries and do some minor repairs.

And my boys can do all of it too. They can cook, they can sew a button, they can operate a mop and a broom (I know, I know, get in line ladies).

Here's a lesson for the kids from my family, survival isn't gendered. It's survival. One can cook, one can fix. I'm literally the man of my house, if traditional roles were a thing here. Yes, I cook, and I probably should have been a chef and not a lawyer, adn I can clean. But I don't do dishes. But my husband can't kill spiders, fix anything or build shit. It works.