We understand them a lot better than they realize...irrational creatures that begin going wacko in puberty, experience temporary insanity and fits of hormonal rage for a week out of each month, morph from nuns-in-training to sadistic hedonistic monsters around 40, and then spend 10 years going through the 'pause, wearing sweat suits in the summer, Tshirts in the winter, and screaming at people for blinking. They finally get normal around 60, but their butts fall off, they get all wrinkly, their hair turns blue, and their hands turn into turkey feet...
When I was ill last week my son was going over and letting Ace out of the barn after she had finished her supper, now I'm being asked why it takes John 2 minutes to pop across the yard and open a gate to let her out, and it tales me nearly 20 minutes...
Well John doesn't do it properly, when you let Ace out, you just don't open the gate, you have to play with Angel first, the give Ace a big hug, then you open the gate, which means that you have to talk to G Man who is waiting to go through and see if she left anything, pat Destiny as she goes through to try and beat G Man to the mythical left overs, then it's a big hug for Ben who is waiting just along the fence line.
Then it's giving in the the constant nudges in the back, and turn round and chat to young Alfie, and of course where Alfie is Stewie will be close by, and he needs his nose kissed as well. Finally it's a short stroll over to Big Bert who is hanging around with that "I don't care if you talk to me or not" attitude, but is really happy to have a nose rub and a hug.
Just opening the gate is not the whole job!