What Boys Will Do
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posted by Melodee at Saturday, April 22, 2006
Saturday, April 22, 2006
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Elizabeth says this sentence is brilliant
Ten points if you can find from whence it came
"I'm ruthless sometimes, and only later when I hunt for a white queen-sized bed-skirt do I conjure up a fuzzy image of a box destined for Goodwill and taste bitter regret."
9 Comments:
My sister and I built our own mini golf course back in like 1987. The holes are still there to this day. I think you should ask them to keep on truckin' and just go for an inground pool.
Boys, dirt and digging just go together.
Simple easy fun!
That looks like my backyard. They make moguls all over the yard and ride their bikes over them, pretending they are on dirt bikes at the Super Cross.
IMAGINATION--Kids are pro's. I think we overworked adults need to take a lesson from them!
There's nothing like shovels to keep kids constructively occupied for hours, days, weeks on end. And just wait until it rains! INSTANT MUD PIT! My kids will be right over.
Something for me to look forward to?
how fun! And how many children were maimed in the jumping of that hole? Probably none, I would guess. Boy I miss being an indestructible kid.
Mel, There is a great book I recently discovered called Guys Write for Guys Read. This post reminds me of some of the stories in the book. It is essays written by male authors about growing up. It was written to support an organization called Guys Read (www.guysread.com) to increase literacy amongst boys. I know it is for boys but I loved it. Except for a few essays that make me too aware of what my son is going through with puberty, I think they are a great window into the souls of our sons, stone-throwing, belching, nose-picking loves of our lives!
That's quite a hole. You could plant a tree in it! :-)
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