One morning I woke up to find one of my kids heading out of the house with a fishing net. He briefly noted that he was going outside to catch butterflies. I thought this was really sweet–and then this exchange happened:
Me: “Oh cool, you’re catching butterflies.”
Paul: “Yeah, we’re gonna kill them later with bb guns.”
Raising boys is __________.
They don’t dial 911. Home protected by Red Ryder BB Guns.
I can see my kids doing the same thing…. lol
I grew up with all girls, so raising three boys has been quite an adventure. They really are wired so differently…I love them so, though.
I understand! I have three boys as well. Love them to pieces, even when I have no clue!
I know…I just cross my fingers, do my best, and hope they turn out ok!