Boys are Trouble
and she's in love.
I’m so glad we have the child.
For obvious reasons - she’s ours, she’s smart and funny and beautiful and….you get the idea. We love her.
I’m also so, so glad that she’s not a boy.
Here’s the scene:
She came home from school happy as a lark and grabbed her Tonie box and went downstairs to the family room to continue playing quietly by herself,. This worked out well as I had some stuff I wanted to try and get done on the computer this afternoon before dinner, so I was really glad when she came home and started to entertain herself.
Then, the doorbell rang.
When was the last time your doorbell rang? Ya, us too. Maybe the UPS guy would knock on the door as he dropped off a box but that’s about it.
I open the door and it’s her friend “Carson”. (not his real name, obvs)
As soon as that little boy crosses the threshold it’s pandemonium. The dog thinks this kid is the cat’s pajamas and is following him around wanting love all the time as Carson showed up just to pet the dog.
Instead of quiet, I have a six-year-old bundle of energy in the front hall wearing a Toronto Maple Leafs hockey hat, Spider-man gloves and winter boots and coat.
In seconds, there’s a pile of slush and winter wear dumped on the floor and 2 children so excited to see each other because it’s winter and nobody plays outside any more so they are just thrilled to be in each other’s company
They go downstairs and within seconds are creating trouble. I don’t know how, but they found the perfume that the child has (and BW won’t let me toss out) and in seconds flat they much sprayed everything in sight.
The dog smells much better now.
I find and confiscate the perfume and tell them no more of that, and warn them they only have 20 minutes and then Carson has to go home.
In the 20 minutes they have left Carson wants to play with every toy the child has and then he asks to take them home and the child says “Sure”. I pipe in and say that all the toys are staying and they can play with them here but they are not going to Carson’s house. Carson has a lot of stuff of his own, trust me.
Then, boys being boys - he grabs her remote control car and places it right at the top of the stairs and launches it down as fast as he can. This is something that the child would never do because you know, you could break the car, but I guess this isn’t a worldview that Carson has - He’s more of a YOLO type.
She of course is in love with all this while ..well, let’s just say I was quite enjoying the Carson-free afternoon where she was quietly singing to her Play-Doh downstairs.
Finally, It’s 5:00 pm and Carson’s over-sized Spider-Man watch chirps that’s it’s time to go home. I get him into his coat and we find his gloves and hat and I zip him up and send him on his way home.
Peace and quiet enter the house again.
At bedtime the child tells me that she wants to marry Carson.
Sigh. They always fall for the wild ones.
Always.
At least it smells nice here now.
TH and Co.
I raised all daughters. For my friends who had sons, they told me that when boys are young they are so much trouble and into everything but it settles down. Girls, I know from experience, when they are young are more easily managed, but once you get to the teen years, Ouch. Having 4 teen daughters pushed me to limits of patience and understanding I didn't know I had.
Unfortunately, yes, we all fall for the wild ones AT FIRST. But if our dads have any say in it, we’ll bring home someone who drink beer with them while they say, “she’s your problem, now.”