The Difference Between Boys and Girls

When I was pregnant with Edwin, and a fellow mother found out that he was a boy, I almost always heard some comment to the effect that 'boys are just different.'  I wasn't sure what that mean, as nobody was every able to explain themselves to any satisfaction.

Now, after I have a boy, I understand.  A few days ago, the girls came to me, giggling.  They had gotten the window crayons, and used them for 'lip polish.'  "Now we're beautiful, because we're princesses," Kathleen told me.

Edwin has a stick.  He eats lunch with it.

It's the first thing he finds in the morning.

And even when he's cooking with Sophia, it's with the stick by his side. 

 

Teddy Roosevelt would be proud.