Let’s have a cheer for the complete randomness of boys!
I know I’m sliding a slippery slope when I start talking about guys because, well, I’m not a guy. Missing some of the basic plumbing and such.
But all plumbing issues aside, there is a distinct difference in the way boys and girls relate to the world.
Tonight we had Bible Study. We love our group. Our group loves kids. Between seven families there are almost 30 kids. Odds are, every time we get together there’s going to be a bit of drama.
Uno and Dos have already decided they have true loves and they’re going to marry such and such little boys. When they tell us these things we tell them that’s nice but at this age they need to be focussed on friendships and not worry about the romance until they can do something about it.
Like when they’re 35 or so.
Tonight Uno came to me in tears because a certain little boy hit her in the arm. Twice. The same little boy had her riled a few weeks ago when he told her she wasn’t smart because she couldn’t count to 100 yet.
(She learned to count to 100 the next day. I love her competitive spirit!)
Tonight he hit her in the arm and — gasp! — told her Dolphin Tale wasn’t a real story!
Our little drama queen exploded into tears. I told her to stop playing with him. There were plenty of friends to be around and she could tell him she didn’t like him hitting her and walk away.
On the way home I asked her some questions to get the details of exactly what happened. Lizard heard the whole story.
As I was thinking about how to handle the situation Lizard says to me, “Sounds like he has a crush on her.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. A crush?! The boy who has ridiculed her, pelted her with Nerf balls and drives her crazy? A crush?!
“That’s what I would do if I were that age and I thought someone was cute. I’d knock them down. And when they asked me why I did that I’d say, ‘I don’t know. I wanted to.'”
And this, folks is general proof in the Mars/Venus philosophy. Boys are really, really strange. And then they grow up to be husbands.
I’m grateful he didn’t knock me down to prove his love. Wow.
What’s the strangest thing you’ve ever seen little boys and girls do when they have crushes?