In article <01199a2c$0$29273$c3e8da3@news.astraweb.com>, insane for
boys! <insane@boys.net> wrote:
> 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!"
Thank you for posting. It was a fun read.
Mover
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