I should know it by now, I have four boys. The oldest is fourteen, about to be fifteen soon. The fact that he climbs trees and talks nonstop about cars, I can handle. The fact that the middle two consider sticks treasures and both have stick collections in their closets hasn't phased me because I can handle that too. I can handle anything these boys throw at me. Then tonight it hit me, and I am finally getting worried about having all boys.
The boys brought a bug inside the house. I'm about the farthest thing from a girlie-girl. I love sports, I cuss, I'm not into clothes and makeup, but I wouldn't be considered a tomboy either. (This week at the Nature Discovery Center, I almost freaked out when the tour guide walked up behind me with a snake in her hands. As it was, I ran from the room.) Tonight Goose had a ladybug in his hands, crawling all over him. I know it's just a ladybug, but that can only mean lizards, worms and worse are coming soon. What happened to the boys that were scared of bugs?
The boys brought a bug inside the house. I'm about the farthest thing from a girlie-girl. I love sports, I cuss, I'm not into clothes and makeup, but I wouldn't be considered a tomboy either. (This week at the Nature Discovery Center, I almost freaked out when the tour guide walked up behind me with a snake in her hands. As it was, I ran from the room.) Tonight Goose had a ladybug in his hands, crawling all over him. I know it's just a ladybug, but that can only mean lizards, worms and worse are coming soon. What happened to the boys that were scared of bugs?
Don't worry, at least you have me to come around every once in a while haha :)
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for you! I would die without any females around! And Lola does not count.
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