My Life as a Man

It was late Saturday morning, Memorial Day weekend, and we were at all home, puttering. The kids were upstairs doing their thing, and Jenny was at the kitchen table, her face buried in her MacBook. I opened the refrigerator, and then the freezer.

"We have any butter?" I asked.

Jenny looked up. "Why?"

"I think I'm gonna make some snickerdoodles with the gi…