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.
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 jangle 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.
of a sword-swallower, the energy of a pocket-sized 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 firecracker, 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 natural habitat), large animals, Dad, 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 is so early to rise, or so late to
supper. 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, an empty Bull Durham sack, two
gum drops, six cents, a slingshot, a chunk of unknown substance, and
a genuine supersonic code ring with a secret compartment.
freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing, bundle of noise. But when
you come home at night with only shattered pieces of your hopes and
dreams, he can mend them like new with two magic words, "Hi Dad!"
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