pondering the Y's

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.