Why do boys like to do things the uncomfortable/difficult way?
Why do they like to wear the footy pajamas that have holes in them? (Even though Mom told them they should be put in the trash…and they have others that they could wear).
Why do they like to lie down on the bottom of the Sam’s shopping cart? (Those things hurt! I know b/c I was so tired I tried to do it once… and it was very painful).
Why do they go outside to take a picture of the snowman that they built, with no shoes on their feet? (They said it was fine, that they were only out there for a minute. I know that MY feet would have been frozen just touching the porch!!)
Why do they like to get a drink out of the refrigerator water dispenser this way? (The first time I saw them do that, I flipped. I got so mad! But you know what? It works really well when your cup is dirty and you just want a small drink!)
Why do they like to put their jeans on backwards? And not zipped? (OK, that was just
Hewitt one boy who shall remain nameless).
And there is no way that we let him run around the house like that all day.
Know what? I don’t think I am ever going to understand boys. I mean, I know that they just have to do some things, or something is incredibly wrong with them. You know, like:
- Do something dangerous as often as possible
- Go chase each other around the yard like tomorrow is never coming
- Try to get out of cleaning their room
But then there are the other things that they do, (that are not necessarily bad).
Like making scary faces at everybody:
And loving ice cream. (I think that just about everybody is guilty of that one, boy or not!)
And their love of fighting! Is it just me, or do boys with many brothers love fighting more then those with few or no brothers?
And what about their love of tight and small spaces? (Or is it just that I’m claustrophobic?)
And I don’t know about other boys, but my brothers love, and I mean LOVE, to show off their muscles. And they have a pretty darn good amount of them too!
And I don’t think that there is anything that they would rather do than ride a roller coaster. They love, Love, LOVE roller coasters!
But you know what? (And I think that Mommy and Indigo will agree with me on this one) I think that the best part about my brothers, is that they love, Love, LOVE us too!
I love you boys! (Even when you think that I don’t!!!)