I am the mother of son and not daughters. Every once in a while my boys will do somthing so completely male I have to share it.
Now before anyone gets their panties in a bundle because of my stereo-typing, these are my observations as witnessed just this week.
Scenario: First warm day where the swimming pool is above 70 degrees. To darn cold more me, but children apparently have very little sensitivity to the cold unless they are told to go outside in the winter to feed the dog!
"Let's go over to *"Mrs. B.'s" house and go for a swim."
All the kids are standing on the step of the pool waiting for the first one to go in on a dare... Because it really is cold but none of them want to admit it.
*Susie yells, "Oh, Mom there is a dead lizard in the bottom of the pool." She jumps out of the pool pointing.
My oldest son rolls his eyes and dives in to retrieve the deceased reptile. After waving the dead in Susie's face for good measure, he proceeds to flip the dearly departed over and poke at it. His younger brother gets in on the action until one of them yells. "Hey, mom, what is this blue stuff coming out of it."
That my friends was a completely male moment.
Dead anything + Boys = Poking until its guts come out.
Dead anything + Girls = 'Ewehhh' ... Now Susie did peek at the dead, but had no interested in dissecting it. 'Cause that's just gross!'
*All names have been changed to protect the innocent, allbeit squirmy, friends.
Now before anyone gets their panties in a bundle because of my stereo-typing, these are my observations as witnessed just this week.
Scenario: First warm day where the swimming pool is above 70 degrees. To darn cold more me, but children apparently have very little sensitivity to the cold unless they are told to go outside in the winter to feed the dog!
"Let's go over to *"Mrs. B.'s" house and go for a swim."
All the kids are standing on the step of the pool waiting for the first one to go in on a dare... Because it really is cold but none of them want to admit it.
*Susie yells, "Oh, Mom there is a dead lizard in the bottom of the pool." She jumps out of the pool pointing.
My oldest son rolls his eyes and dives in to retrieve the deceased reptile. After waving the dead in Susie's face for good measure, he proceeds to flip the dearly departed over and poke at it. His younger brother gets in on the action until one of them yells. "Hey, mom, what is this blue stuff coming out of it."
That my friends was a completely male moment.
Dead anything + Boys = Poking until its guts come out.
Dead anything + Girls = 'Ewehhh' ... Now Susie did peek at the dead, but had no interested in dissecting it. 'Cause that's just gross!'
*All names have been changed to protect the innocent, allbeit squirmy, friends.
