. . . and mine are no exception. In a world that likes to tell us that all kids are the same and that gender neutrality is something to be desired, my boys are a glaring example that God made boys and girls very differently. Who teaches a 3 yr old to wrestle his 1yr old brother? Where do they learn this bizare primative behavior? They don't. It's born in them. You see, apparently, boys are just different.
Having grown up in a family with no brothers, I was blissfully unaware of this truth until high school, when the strange and complicated nature of boys truly comes to a head. At the time, I blamed it on hormones. I was only partially correct.
Little did I know that my own sweet babies would exibit such odd and wild behavior practically from birth. Who are these little creatures that feel the need to hit and kick and grab at everything, pound on toys and run (or crawl) furiously toward anything breakable?
My mother, having raised only girls commented quite honestly and truthfully on the subject. "You've got boys". That pretty much says it all doesn't it?
I've got boys in my house! I've got dirt on my carpet, I've got matchbox cars in my VCR. I've got a poor little shi tzu being driven to neurosis by constant torment. I go through 4 gallons of milk a week! I have mountains of oddly stained laundry! Yes, it is becoming painfully and blissfully apparent that I have boys!
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