What Is a Boy?
Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood we find a
delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes,
weights, and colors, but all boys have the same creed: to enjoy every
second of every minute of every hour of every day, and to protest with
noise (their only weapon) when their last minute is finished and the
adult males pack them off to bed at night.
Boys are found everywhere-on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing
on, swinging from, running around, or jumping to. Mothers love them,
little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them,
adults ignore them, and Heaven protects them.
A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger,
Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the Hope of the future with a
frog in its pocket.
When you are busy, a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding
jungle of noise. When you want him to make a good impression, his
brain turns to jelly or else he becomes a savage, sadistic jungle
creature bent on destroying the world, and himself with it.
A boy is a composite-he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of
a sword-swallower, the energy of a pocket-size atomic bomb, the
curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a Paul
Bunyan, the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap, the
enthusiasm of a fire-cracker, and when he makes something he has five
thumbs on each hand.
He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic books, the boy
across the street, woods, water (in its native habitat), large
animals, trains, Saturday mornings, and fire engines.
He is not much for Sunday school, company, schools, books without
pictures, music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults,
or bedtime.
Nobody else gets so much fun out of trees, dogs, and breezes. Nobody
else can cram into one pocket a rusty knife, a half-eaten apple, three
feet of string, two gumdrops, six cents, a slingshot, a chunk of
unknown substance, and a genuine supersonic code ring with a secret
compartment.
A boy is a magical creature-you can lock him out of your workshop, but
you can't lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your
study, but you can't get him out of your mind.
You might as well give up. He is your captor, your jailer, your boss,
and your master-a freckle-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of
noise. But when your dreams tumble down and the world is a mess, he
can put together the broken pieces in just a twinkling, with a few
--Dale Evans Rogers, Time Out, Ladies!
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