To be or not to be?

Some years later...

A perfect day.

A day which idling fools would call perfect day for going outdoors.

So if you are wondering why I am sitting inside my house instead of going out for a picnic , do not waste your time. I have work to do.

Work that makes me the richest man in all of Britain.

No sane man would go out and waste time talking nonsense when he could simply earn more money in every second.

Men are sane. Women however are a completely different story.

And there is one such specimen whom I could ​hear clearly.

'My boy, always remember girls and boys are equal.'

'Yes mama'

'If you become powerful like your dada always remember to have a woman as your secretary.'

'Why not a male mama?'

' Your father finally got some sense and he hired me as his secretary and look where that got him. He became more powerful.'

'Really?'

'Why yes dear. Always remember my son - behind every successful man lies a woman.'

'Yes mama.'

'Oh and also remember never deny a girl the joys of solid chocolate and pig ears.'

'Pig ears mama?'

Realizing that things were getting out of hand I stepped into our garden where my wife sat and was supposedly educating our 10 year old son William.

'That's enough William. Go and study your lessons.'

'But papa -'

'William when I tell you to do something how many times do I have to say it ?'

'Only once.'

'Adequate. Go to your room now.'

'Yes Papa'

Frowning he went and kissed his mother on the cheek and walked to his room. He looked like a mini version of me. It was strange seeing someone so similar to me. But we were similar in appearance alone. His behaviour was just like that of a stubborn, loyal, loud mouthed woman.

His mother and my darling wife.

'Dick darling! Are you done with all your world conquering?'

Speak of the devil.

I merely glared at my wife who was busy flashing her trademark grin at me. My silence could scare people into obeying me.

But her? It merely encouraged her to tease me. Was marrying her worth all this trouble?

Of course after all only you get to see all her nonsense and kiss her as much as you want.

Yes that definitely made this marriage a worthwhile investment.

'Mrs Ambrose?'

'Yes my dear?'

'If I recall correctly I have ordered you before to stop calling me by that name. Why haven't you stopped doing so?'

'Well at first I thought I shall obey you. But then I realized that I am a feminist. I do not take orders from anyone especially not from bloody chauvinists like you!'