THE GLOVE OF "LOVE"

It was the lazy part of a summer Sunday afternoon.  I was sitting with my son-in-law, watching a mixed martial arts match on his TV.  Personally, I am more prone to food and nature shows, but it was his living room.

A commercial came on.  All we saw were two white-gloved hands, miming some sort of activity.  The activity made sense when a voice asserted something like, "Trojan condoms...almost as if there is nothing there."

On immediate reflection it was quite plain that the gloved hands had been mimicking the application of a condom onto an invisible and impressively sized, um, object.

We both chuckled.  Very cute.  Ha, ha, ha.

I later recounted this for Michele, then wondered how I would have explained the ad to Jack, our five year old grandson, had he walked through the room at the wrong moment.

"I think I would have told Jack that the commercial was about gloves," I said.

Michele looked thoughtful, and responded, "That's probably a good name for them."

Hmm.  I had been referring to the white gloves, as I'm sure Jack would have done.  But not Jack's grandmother.  No.  She had a distant look as the creative part of her fertile mind projected a parade of peculiar gloves into her mental viewing room.

Don't grow up too fast, Jack.  To paraphrase Freud, sometimes a glove is just a glove, and that's just fine.