"Every family has a story that it tells itself, that it passes on to the children and grandchildren. The story grows over the years, mutates, some parts are sharpened, others dropped, and there is often debate about what really happened. But even with these different sides of the same story, there is still agreement that this is the family story. And in the absence of other narratives, it becomes the flagpole that the family hangs its identity from." A.M. Homes
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Boys will be Boys
I spent some time in a car this week with six 10-year old boys. One was my son, the others, friends of my son. Being 10, I was not ready to send my son away to a week of basketball camp at KU. I decided day camp was still the best option. I am thinking next year we will make the transition.
Things I learned this week...
1. Boys think farting, talking about farting and smelling farts is funny. I do not.
2. Ten-year old boys like rap music. I became the coolest mom when I informed them Run DMC was around when I was in high-school. But quickly lost my status when they saw I had the Zac Brown Band album loaded on my iPhone.
3. I am convinced noise canceling head phones were invented for mother's driving six ten-year old boys to basketball camp.
4. A box of Chips Ahoy, box of Vanilla Wafers, Twizzlers, Peanut M&Ms and a bag of Fritos are no match for six boys who just spent 12 hours playing basketball.
But, for all I learned, I am sure they learned much more. And I don't think I want to know what that is.
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