Twenty five years ago, our last child was born. A boy. Ten years younger than our first born girl, and seven than our middle son.
Having two boys was a challenge for me. I grew up without a father, and having no brothers, was totally clueless about the nature of the male species. So when these little boys came into our family, I had no idea what I was in for.
Things start our small. Like climbing and making mud pies in the sand box.
But before I knew it, things escalated.
They go from this...
My memory serves me when my middle son decided that he would take his Dad's golf clubs and hit a few. His one mean stroke sailed through the air, and went right through my bedroom window.
Yes, boys. They are a breed of their own.
But life sure would be dull without them.
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