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Friday, July 27, 2007

What Are Eyebrows For?

All the questions, questions, questions, questions absolutely drive me nuts some days. Daughter has been at this stage now for a very very long time. "Inquisitive" doesn't even BEGIN to describe it. Many times she just asks silly questions that she knows the answer to, so I make her think about it and answer it herself. There's been a lot of these lately, and I've become somewhat desensitized to the constant drone of questions in the background and seem to have developed a few canned answers that I respond with on a rotating loop. My favorite response to questions that have no answers tends to be, "Because God made it that way!" (which tends to be said with an exasperated inflection in my voice). Today, however, Daughter asked me a question that stumped me. "Mommy," she asked, "what are eyebrows for?" I stopped dead in my tracks as I realized that in all my 35 1/2 years, I've never considered this. "Because God made it that way" was not a response I was going to accept, because I really wanted to know too. My first response, was that maybe they are just for "looks." Then I suggested perhaps they were there to keep stuff out of our eyes. I pondered silently to myself if I'd ever noticed my eyebrows keeping stuff out of my eyes, and I really didn't think so. It sounded good, though.

And so, as Son was down for his nap, I was Googling "eyebrows." Whatever DID we DO before Google? I would have had to wait for the next trip to the library (which would have probably meant DAYS of pondering this annoying question) and then look the topic up in one of those little wooden drawer card catalog thingies which would reference some Dewey Decimal number for some sort of encyclopedia and then use the book's index to find eyebrows before I could FINALLY have the answer. Fortunately, roughly 4.5 seconds left me with the answer, which was roughly close to my second guess. When I considered that their main original purpose was to keep sweat out of our eyes while we tried to outrun dinosaurs, I tried to remember if I was ever sweating so hard that I appreciated my eyebrows keeping the sweat out of my eyes. I was reminded of a couple weeks ago when I was spending an inordinate amount of time in the garage laboring to finish a couple pieces of furniture. It was about 100 degrees in the garage with no breeze and a humidity level of about the same. Before I could even begin staining or sanding I could wring out my shirt. I am certain that my eyebrows came in handy then. I am also amazed that I could have taken my eyebrows for granted for 35 1/2 years. At the tender age of 3 years and 51 weeks, Daughter has now filed this bit of trivia in the recesses of her growing little brain, and I'm sure that along with appreciating her eyebrows long before I realized I appreciated my own, she will find opportune moments to make use of this information.

5 comments:

wacquiejacquie said...

Who knew? Holy hannah. I feel silly. I never really thought about that before! Now I am prepared! Bring it on Julia!

We are off tomorrow to see Grandma Jude! Woo hoo! First time meeting the Girl and Boy! Let the spoiling begin!!

It sounds like you guys have settled into a new routine and way of life at the new place. After growing up in small town Iowa, I can appreciate not knowing my neighbors (this is of course after you guys moved out of your house with the 'bubble gum tree...leaving us neighbors that Dick gave an interesting name). Perhaps this why we live in an apartment complex with 12 buildings 5 floors and 60 apartments in each building!!

MGM said...

wacquiejacquie,

The thing is, we've kinda returned to small town life out here in the country. While we have lots more space between our neighbors, we've met more of them than we ever did crammed in our past subdivision. I know more of their names than I knew of the ones we lived next door to for 7 years. Oh, and the mailman greeted me by name one day and introduced himself as "Mike." Heck, I never knew the name of our previous mail carrier although she carried our mail for 7 years. Then I went into "town" to mail some things and the post office reminded me of both the small town post offices your mom has been Postmaster for. It was a hut. There's only a population of 1,000 (which is still quite a bit bigger than "small town Iowa" is) but I still got quite a few looks from people who seemed to be thinking, "You aren't from around these parts, are you?" Weird. Then I took the kids to the park and I had "small town Iowa" flashbacks BIG TIME! The little park SOOOOO REMINDED ME of "small town Iowa." I was totally reliving my childhood. I hope to find time for a whole post on most of the stuff I just said. Heck, writing the post now would probably be redundant....

Jesse said...

What a good question and I'm glad you posted the answer because really what's the point of eyebrows. At least now I'll have a good enough answer.

Tracy said...

I think it's funny that we as parents feel we are here to educate our children but most of the time it's the other way around.
I had honestly never thought about the reason for them either. I'm glad I know! Thanks for that tidbit!

Maternal Mirth said...

Just wait until they hit grade school ... holy schnike! Google is my BEST friend.

"Ma, did the Titanic have a hot tub?", "Who is the CEO for Ferrari?", "How much is the most expensice house?", "What makes hurricanes?"

... my all-time favorite was "What's re-hab?". We are SO moving from LA. :)

M&M