Looking through some photos with me, Gunnar remembered the day we went to Seattle for my uncle's wedding reception and spent some time at the Locks. The boys were on their best behavior, and all decked out in nice shirts and even ties. I reminded him of how handsome they all looked.
Mom, (eyes roll,) no boy in his right mind likes to be dressed up. Especially in a tie.
Yesterday, driving to a friend's house, the boys were planning the teams, weapons, strategy, etc. for a big battle they wanted to have. Knowing that one of the boys who would be there doesn't always handle this well I tried to encourage them to think of some other options. You know, ride your scooters in the cul-de-sac or something. I got three blank stares. And then,
Mom, you just don't think like a boy.
For which we can all give thanks.