April 11, 2012

Raising Boys

I grew up in a house of 4 girls... you  never ever heard, "I want to go to the junk yard too, pleeeease Mommy! Can I go too Mommy? Please! I neeeeed to go." (that was Pippin)  and then had uncontrollable sobbing tears from the one boy who didn't get to go.  How do you console a little boy over not getting to go to the junk yard? 

Incidentally asking, "Do you want to clean the chicken coop instead?" wasn't consoling.

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