Dirt Don’t Hurt
Two weeks ago, my boys discovered dirt clods. And yes, they threw them. Not at each other, but it’s just a matter of time before they realize if a dirt clod looks cool exploding on the sidewalk, it’ll look even cooler exploding off someone’s head, perhaps their brother’s head.
I see this as a natural stage. Dirt clods and boys go together like Lindsay Lohan and spectacular career flameouts. So, I didn’t discourage them from hurling them on the ground, at the fence, at the plants. But, I know there’s a fine line to walk here — the line between letting boys be boys and dooming one or both of my children to a lifetime of Halloweens spent dressed as a pirate.
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urbanape said:
Pshaw. As if a pirate was the only character with an eye patch. Rooster Cogburn. General Chang. One-eyed Will…okay, pirate.
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