15 minutes ago
26 June 2010
Boys are very different than girls.
Very different, indeed.
They'll be best friends one moment, and mortal enemies the next.
I'm not sure what happens, but they'll be all snuggled up on the couch watching a movie together, and in the next split second they're punching the crappity-crap out of one another on the floor.
What happens in that split second?
Does anyone know?
Can anyone enlighten me?
Then, the amazing happens. The miraculous.
They're snuggled all back up on the couch together 5 minutes later.
Now, I'm no psychologist, but it appears to me to be split personality disorder.
I would get them treatment, but it seems this is perfectly normal, everyday boy behavior.
The perpetual motion is mind boggling, too. They have to move. To run. To flip, kick, ride, run, jump, climb, jump, climb, run, kick, flip, jump, climb, jump, climb, flip, ride, run.
They never seem to burn enough of their energy off until the very moment before the pass out into peaceful slumber.
Then, they're just little angels!