Am I really a Dinosaur? Ask my Wife!

When our sons where very young they had a fascination with Dinosaurs. We would go to the local museums for such things as "Dino-Roar" which was a dinosaur exhibit in the Dallas Metroplex area. We had all the dinosaurs a house could hold. My wife and I had to learn to pronounce all the names as each night we would read to the boys books about our old friends, it was a wonderful challenge. Our older son decided early on that he wanted to be a Paleontologist. We had to first learn what that was, this was before the hit movie Jurassic Park. One of the interesting facts we learned was, one species of dinosaur had a helper brain. This species because of its extreme size had a small repeater located in the pelvic area to help with the brain signal which had to travel very far from the head to the tail. It is one of those facts that seem to stick with you once you learn it. Now, as a man I think I understand the thought process of my wife as much as any man can, but she still is wonderfully mysterious to me. So, one night armed with this new knowledge (the Dinosaur Brain thing) she decided to experiment. I know that to some I may be old but I am no where near Dinosaur age! Moreover, at the time I was even younger.
Every experiment begins with a desire to determine some fact or prove some hypothesis. Here is where my clarity fades. Evidently my wife, decided that it would be interesting to determine how long it took for a signal to travel from one end of my body to my brain. The end she choose was my hind end.
It was like any other night. She lay in bed cross stitching and I read before falling asleep. It has always amazed me how we incorporate the sounds and sensations of our surroundings into our dreams. I wish I could tell you that I was dreaming about being stab in some epic battle as I saved the world, but I really do not remember what I was dreaming. All I know is I felt a pain like a needle being viciously and violently stabbed into my hind end, OK, maybe it wasn't vicious or violent, but it was a needle, a cross stitch needle to be exact. I heard hilarious laughter and rolled over to see my wife almost in tears laughing trying to get the words out, "it took you at least 10 seconds to respond" In a sleepy daze I said, "What", "It took you a long time, you're like a dinosaur". So, I guess it is official, I am a Dinosaur. And in case you are wondering, Yes! She stuck me with a needle in the, well we will end it there!