We’re currently down some estrogen in the house. Taryn is off on her summer adventure. John stayed back again this year to play soccer and pollute the air with his smelly feet. So it’s me, John, Reese, and Jackson.
I’m completely outnumbered. Having only one girl, I’m often struck by the differences between the sexes.
This afternoon we went to my friend Megan’s house for a barbecue with a big group of friends. Megan has a big field that opens to a community playground behind her house. We all chipped in for a bouncy house rental for the day, guaranteeing worn out kids.
Immediately, the boys started wrestling and fighting inside the bounce house. One by one the boys came and told on each other and one by one we moms attempted to discipline them.
Two boys came and told on a third boy for hitting. His response to getting yelled at was, “But Mom, they said it didn’t hurt!”
Seems like a reasonable explanation.
Later the same boy told on Jackson for throwing a frisbee at his face. Jackson responded, “But he had been hitting me!”
Brooke reported that she heard her girls tell the boys, “We’re ladies. We don’t wrestle.” One of the boys said, “Well, we’re in first grade, WE FIGHT!”
The picnic did not end with any trips to the ER, so it was a success.
Don’t think this odd behavior is limited to little boys. Big boys act dumb too.
John went along to the barbecue. His willingness to attend was shocking to me. Usually he puts up a fight about doing anything other than playing soccer or laying on the couch watching Hardcore Pawn and texting his dumb friends. As we headed out I told him he might want to wear soccer shoes instead of sandals, in case he wanted to kick the ball around with Megan’s brother.
Megan’s brother is about the same age as John. They’ve played soccer together at least one other time.
For the first hour of the barbecue neither of them acknowledged the other’s existence. Other than the two of them there were seven woman and 13 little kids in attendance. It’s not like they missed each other.
Not one word.
Eventually, John got up, went out to the field, and started kicking the soccer ball around. By himself.
He didn’t ask the other soccer playing teenage boy to join him. The other boy made no attempt to join him. This went on for 15 minutes. Finally between the two Moms we were able to convince him to go out to the field too.
What’s wrong with them? How hard would it have been for John to say, “Hey man, want to kick the ball around?” Or “Hi.” Hi would have been a good start.
Boys. Are dumb.
LOL and point proved with the succession of text messages between mom, sister, and mom. DUH! Boys are dummies and girls are ladies!
Especially us. We’re totally ladies.
Oh, this reminds me of the little boy I wrote about who said, “Yeah, I punched him in the gut, BUT HE BLOCKED IT!!!!” haha! Boys. Love them.
I agree, as much as I complain – I love having boys:)
Ah, boys. I had one of those moments today.
“Didn’t I just tell you not to hit your brother in the face with the toy dinosaur?” “No. You told me not to hit him in the head.” Totally different, apparently.
See, you have to be more specific mom. Duh.
Yeah, then there are those fully-grown up ones who have a perfectly, beautiful, intelligent and available woman standing right in front of them but they still end up being commitment phobes. Go figure.
I wonder at what age they totally grow up? I’ll let you know when I meet one.
OMG – it started SO early too.
We just bought a blow-up pool for the boys. I refused to spend more than $10 because I just know their wrestling will pop a hole in it on the first day.
$10 is probably too much, that’s a dollar for every minute it will probably last!
Boys are the dumbest of the dumb. Mine are airheads on top of the normal dumb. Have you ever read what they text to their dumb friends? Dumber than dumb.
I know. I keep expecting it to be bad stuff, instead it’s just dumb nonsense. Or useless soccer information. Dumb.
Who you tellin’? I grew up with 5 of them. Cousins. Two blocks away.
Not you sister. You’re picking up what I’m putting down.
I’m so glad I have only girls. My house is quiet and smells good. Almost nothing is broken and the toilet seats are always down. Life is good.
Can I move in?
Boys. They are all boys, the age, it’s just a number.
I miss you B and your crew! Can’t wait for Taryn’s post (that is if she’ll be willing to share her adventure again.), woul love to read it, I hope.
We’re in first grade, we fight! That’s glorious. As for John and the other kid, I’m sure things would’ve been different if the soccer ball was some bouncy chick.
Hardcore Pawn? What’s with that…
–I agree. I live w/ two boys and one Mr. Liverpool and 2 male idiotic cats.
They all wrestle…even the two cats! I’m serious.
Boys Are DUMB!!! Xx
I think big boys are dumber…I can say this: I have a 16 year old and an 8 year old. And the 8 year old is a genius compared to the other one.