Why are little boys so complex? Why must everything they touch be put to an "endurance" test? Why do they make a weapon out of every stick, hanger, etc that they hold?
Why does dirt jump up off the ground and attach itself to them every time they pass by it? How many accidents could they possibly be involved in on a daily basis? Why can they not just sit next to another little boy w/o wrestling them?!?! Why must they agitate every little girl in their path? Why do they have to know how everything works and then tear it apart to figure it out? Why is everything a race? Why do they eat so many boogers? Why do they have to slide on their knees on every slick surface they come across? 
Why are "all things GROSS" so cool to them? Why can they not see something sitting right in front of them (never mind... that one is definitely a "man in training" trait!!) Why does every piece of furniture have to be jumped on and/or climbed on? Why can they not get down out of one chair and WALK to another one instead of leaping through the air to get to it? Why are they so competetive? Why are they so proud their ability to "cut the cheese"??? Why... why... why do they think the world is their canvas and their urine should be used to paint it?!?!?!?!?
Why does dirt jump up off the ground and attach itself to them every time they pass by it? How many accidents could they possibly be involved in on a daily basis? Why can they not just sit next to another little boy w/o wrestling them?!?! Why must they agitate every little girl in their path? Why do they have to know how everything works and then tear it apart to figure it out? Why is everything a race? Why do they eat so many boogers? Why do they have to slide on their knees on every slick surface they come across? Why are "all things GROSS" so cool to them? Why can they not see something sitting right in front of them (never mind... that one is definitely a "man in training" trait!!) Why does every piece of furniture have to be jumped on and/or climbed on? Why can they not get down out of one chair and WALK to another one instead of leaping through the air to get to it? Why are they so competetive? Why are they so proud their ability to "cut the cheese"??? Why... why... why do they think the world is their canvas and their urine should be used to paint it?!?!?!?!?
These things I will NEVER understand. I'm slowly accepting this new world that God has placed in our laps and taking one day at a time. : )
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