Boys

Boys. I have two of them. One with no fear, one with fear of an ant.

Why is it that every toy needs to crash into the other? Why is it fun to throw a toy at your brother and tell him to "fetch"? Why is it more fun to jump from couch to couch? Why is it that it's more fun to run around the house naked? Why is it never the right time to leave the park? Why do we yell and scream at the top of our lungs when we're in the middle of the library? Why is every toy a train? Why is every dinner time a free for all with food flying across the kitchen? Why is every meal I serve not the right meal? Why are bath times so much more fun when mommy is soaked, and the bathroom is drenched? Why is it funny when mommy says no to just do it anyways? Why why why?

Why do girls sit still and wait for their toe nails to dry? Why do girls dream about becoming a princess and waving so graciously a magic wand? Why do girls play tea party, my boys play, who can throw the teapot high enough to hit the picture off the wall. Why do girls get to wear pink? My boys have so much Shout it out in their clothes, I forget what color they were?

Just had to get these questions out....thank goodness it's bedtime. It was one of those days today. Now it's time for a cocktail!

Boys will be boys...