How do they know?  

Saturday, March 13, 2010


How do boys know?

How do they know to crash cars together?
How do they know to be fascinated with basketball?
How do they know that flatulating is hilarious?
How do they know to perk up at any sound of a passing bus/fire truck/big rig/train?
How do they know to stomp in puddles, and roll down hills?
How do they know to hit sticks together like swords?
How do they know how to spit?
How do they know to like dinosaurs/monsters/sharks/other ferocious creatures?
How do they know just how to drive me crazy?

I know I never taught them.

So either I will blame Greg for my premature gray hair, or attribute it to innate boy behavior.

While making dinner, I sent the boys downstairs to play. They came upstairs soaking wet.

"Were you playing in the sink?" I asked.

"Nope. The toilet." Jackson responded. Sly smile.

I did NOT teach them that.

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