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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Do boys ever really grow up?
Do boys ever really grow up?
Almost six years into raising two boys who act like their father — and mine — I am going to have to say, “No. Not really.”
They all possess some kind of similar childish trait no matter how old they are.
Women aren’t entirely innocent. I admit to still enjoying coloring and mac-and-cheese.
However, my sons, just like my “adult” husband, father, brother and uncles, think bodily functions are hysterical, like being dirty and find creepy crawlers fascinating.
OK, I’m lying about the creepy crawlers. My sons actually prefer squashing them.
But, my grandfather — and his lightning-fast reflexes — surprised us all recently by regressing back to not only childhood age, but agility, too.
While standing near the creekbed in back of our home one evening, a little snake popped out of a brush pile.
Great-grandpa, aka “GG” — who is, let’s just say, an “older child” — swooped down like a bat and snatched the snake off the ground before anyone could blink.
Wow!
My sons began hollering into the house “GG got a snake! GG got a snake!”
I peered out the window to see the male genre of our family all standing around GG with goofy grins on their faces.
Overcome with the willies, I immediately began worrying about snake cooties.
“Wash your hands! Stay back!”
Toads I can handle. We acquire a family of them in our yard every year.
Snakes freak me out. I don’t want to know they are hiding out so close to my house.
The little snake was obviously terrified and eager to slither away from the growing crowd of “boys.”
Tough as they were acting, when GG released the belly-slider back to the wild, the boys all retreated up the creek bank as quickly as GG had snatched up the snake.
They washed their hands and some secretly shook off the willies, but GG still reins as the “coolest kid” in the family.
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