After having 2 girls, there is no doubt in my mind that boys are just wired differently. Preston comes up with stuff that the girls never would have thougt or said.
Yesterday, I'd received a package in a styrofoam container. As I was unloading the goodies into the freezer, Preston kept asking (from the living room) "Are you done with that box yet?" It took him asking a few times before I understood that he was talking to me. When I replied that I was almost finished unloading it, he said, "Good, because I can't wait to bust it apart!" As I turned to look at him, he was running towards me with a gleam in his eye that only a little boy about to destroy something could have. I laughed and asked him what he was talking about. He said, "You know, I'm going to take it and kick it and tear it apart!" I said, "Well, it's a good thing I don't need it anymore." He ran into the garage and I began to hear the sounds of the styrofoam popping and breaking. As I later entered the war zone, little white pieces of the cooler now covered the garage floor. I thought to myself, "the girls never would have dreamt this up."
I suppose it's a good thing that he knows not to do that to other items in the house. It's also good that he had to pick up every single piece! What do I need all these wrapped presents for? He's happy with some styrofoam and bubble wrap!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
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