Boys are Weird
I have four sons. As of this post they are 9yrs, 6yrs, 3yrs and 11 months old. And though in many ways they are close copies of me (the 9yr old especially could be a clone) sometimes I just don't understand them.
Case(s) in point:
Around noon or so on Saturday the three older ones ran into the living room, overturned the papasan chair threw the cushion on top and proceeded to dance around it singing "we're zombines in the sun". Now granted they all love Plants vs Zombies, but still... wha?
Or let's take the older two specifically. They share a room and a bunkbed. On non-school evenings one of their favorite activities is "booty kicking". They jump into one of the beds, face each other, then roll onto their backs and then kick each other's butts. And they think this is hilarious, you can hear them laughing across the house. Booty kicking? booty kicking? Really?
How about the oldest himself? Well he reads something like 4 books a day (no I am not kidding, he's currently halfway through the entire back catalog of Hardy Boys books, starting with the ones published back in the 50s), has a vocabulary the size of a 14 year old, but yet when he was 4 and I first gave him my Legos to play with the first thing he did was pull all the heads off the minifigures and stack the heads together like some kind of bizarre head totem.
So weird.
