Thank Heaven for Little Boys...

What are little girls made of?


What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice and everything nice

That's what little girls are made of!

What are little boys made of?


What are little boys made of?

Snips and snails, and puppy dogs’ tails


That's what little boys are made of!

(Traditional English nursery rhyme)

Hmmm.

I’m not sure what a “snip” is.

But I agree that there is a major chromosomal difference.

Having raised 3 girls, this boy-thing is exotic unknown territory. I am learning something new about the species every day.

Little Boys:

…sneak into their grandparents’ bed at night and awaken them the next morning with a head-butt and a hug.

…dig the keys out of their grandmother’s laptop and hide them. (If I miss a letter, you’ll understand why.)

…obsessive-compulsively carry around action figures, trains, and Toy Story characters at all times.

…conduct frequent self-anatomical explorations.

…can only with great difficulty resist the impulse to pull on the tails of small animals.

…turn every occasion of getting dressed into a Sumo wrestling match.

…conduct experiments by pulling all the dental floss out of the dispenser, all the toilet paper off the roll, and dumping all the shampoo into the tub.

…cannot walk into a room without divesting a couch or a bed of its pillows and jumping on it. (And pulling down the canopy for good measure.) 

…receive a major boo-boo at least every other day.

…inexplicably place their grandmother’s English china plates in the freezer so that they crash on the brick floor when she opens the door.

…think eating boogies and spitting are hysterically funny. (The more in trouble they get over these issues, the harder they laugh.)

…steal their grandparents’ glasses.

…attempt to put foreign objects into fans, no matter how many times they are warned against it.

…request French fries for every meal.

…hide car keys in the soil of potted plants.

…attempt to use Super Hero martial arts moves on unsuspecting care-takers. (“Pow!” in your face.)

…conduct frequent self-anatomical explorations. Oh wait, did I already mention that one? IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!


Little Boys:

…say, “I’m sorry, Mimi!” immediately after every disaster.

...are absolutely delicious when asleep.

…cover their grandmother’s face with kisses.


...whisper, "Don't worry. I'll take care of you," to their stuffed animals.

…love to cuddle and snuggle.

…exclaim, “You look bootiful!” when the grandmother tries on a new dress.

…yell, “I love you THIS much!” while holding up all 10 fingers.

Little boys make me absolutely crazy

in love.

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(If any of the above characteristics are extremely abnormal, will someone kindly let us know? I have no frame of reference here. Never even had a brother.)

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This book is so true: 

I read it to my girls, but it's even more fun now.