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For instance...
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
And there is no way that we let him run around the house like that all day.
Nope.
Not happening.
Ok, maybe...
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
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!!!)
Brett
2 comments:
I have often asked myself the same questions - it started when I found myself telling my 10 month old son not to put his head, arms or legs in a space that he could not pull said body parts out of. Seriously! Shortly after this he started climbing out of his crib, almost dislocating his shoulder in the process! As for footie PJ's and dirty feet....when my oldest son was 11 years old he needed an EKG. The Tech told him to take off his shoes, and to my dismay David's socks had holes, did not match (why do they do that?) and were filthy. As I started to apologize the Tech (male) just looked at me and said "I have 4 brothers." 'Nuff said:)
That's awesome. :D I'm sure he understood perfectly! LOL
Brett
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