boys will be boys
here's what they love; getting messy. here's their excuse; the air is lacking bubbles. those plastic bottles filled with gooey juice can keep them occupied for hours. and lets face it. its nearly impossible to say "bubbles" in an angry tone without laughing. coating those flimsy little wands in sticky purée, drowning little hands in it as well? don't mind if they do. turn it into a contest (because all boys know that life itself is a competition) of who can blow the bigger bubble. get a wee bit rambunctious. and accidently spill your oponent's bottle of liquid. kick a slight attitude when you're made to share yours with him. oh and hey, if it looks good, for goodness sakes eat it. then scrunch up your nose and gag a little when you find out it tastes a lot like soap. 'cause boys know better than anyone; that's the way its done.