It is usually my job to give the kids a bath. Tonight, I went in to start the bath water and a very active lizard was running around stuck in the empty tub. Tessa was with me, and she was visually concerned. Drew on the other hand, I knew would love to see it. I called him in.
That is when it happen.
He immediately tried to reach in and pick it up. I couldn't believe my eyes. Are you kidding me I thought? Why in the world would he try and pick it up? He tried and tried, but he couldn't get it.
Then, he said the unthinkable. Daddy, you do it!
I can't tell you what went through my head in that split second. Was he nuts? I can't show my son how much of a woos I am when it comes to my reptilian fear, could I? Is there any way around this? Surely he doesn't really want me to reach in there and get bit by that 3" snake with legs? Surely I can just drown it with water and scoop it up dead, right? I could just picture that thing grabbing a hold of my pointer finger and not letting go. In that instant I pictured it stuck on my finger, sinking its teeth into my skin, drawing blood for sure! I knew in a moment I would be dancing around shaking wildly trying to remove it from its unrelenting grip, shrieking like a 3rd grade school girl. Yet, there was no choice. I knew I couldn't back down. My 3 year old had challenged my manhood. I had a job to do.
I did it. I was victorious. Just call me William Wallace. Maximus Decimus Meridius would do as well. Without hesitation (ok, maybe just a little bit), I reached down like a real man and grabbed that thing. I picked it up by the tail and carried it outside. Both Drew and Tessa were amazed at my machismo I am sure. I am a tough guy! Oh my goodness, I am no Benaiah (2 Samuel 23:20).