Sometimes I ask myself, “What in the world was the child thinking?”
Like when one took a blue permanent marker and colored on the wall beside the bed.
Like when they decided to play kick ball in the house and broke a window.
Like when they’re coloring famously and then suddenly stop… look at the crayon quite seriously… and then start snapping them in half.
Why? Do adults do that? I’m not sure, but I don’t think so… at least not rational thinking ones… pardon me to anyone reading this that may have done the above listed offences as an adult! But seriously, have you ever wondered this?
I have to believe that I’m not the only mom that has!
So, today Evan comes in the back door and very calmly and seriously says to me (as he’s taking off his boots), “Mom… Aaron just took my toy and threw it in the hole for the pond (not a big pond, just my little fish pond). He’s so mean!”
He didn’t really seem upset, other than his sleeve and pants were a bit muddy and wet from ‘fishing’ (no pun intended) his toy out of the little hole.
I ask him, “Where is Aaron?”
“He’s outside still,” says Evan
“Is he coming in?”
“Yeah! He’s comin’ in! He’s mean!” …off he goes to get into some dry clothes.
A couple of minutes later the back door opens again and in walks Aaron. He looks at me a bit bedazzled and starts his gibber relating his side of the story like only a three-year old can … as if he knew I was waiting to hear it. He kicks off his boots, walks on up into the kitchen, rambles off a few more defenses and off he goes to find Evan.
I waited. Waited some more. No problem.
So on I went peeling apples with my friend who’d come over for the day. We looked at each other and just chuckled.
Boys are kinda’ like that. If you have boys, you know exactly what I mean. They duke it out and get on with the game. No fuss, no muss!
After awhile the laughter started and the tussling and the happy playing.
It was a good day… and I think they must have duked it out before they came in.
Until next time,