My great-grandmother used to say that Boys are Made of Snips, Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails.
Anyone who knows my youngest boy knows that not only is he my most lovey dovey boy who doesn’t mind seeking out hugs and affection from Mom, but that he is also my most mischievous child always seeking ways to cure his curiosity bug (I pretty much think that’s impossible). Add to his curious nature and mischievous ways hardheadedness and I’ve got one little boy that always keeps me on my toes.
After all, boys are made of snips, snails, and puppy dog tails.
For instance, here is my attempt to get him to smile for my camera:
Major smile fail.
Super goofy win.
Boy 1. Mom 0.
As you can see, we were having a FUN day at the lake in early fall here in Texas. The 100 degree temps had finally broken and we decided to spend the day at a local lake since it was a cool 90-something outside. As you can guess, this momma here was not surprised when my youngest began combing the lake shore for various items.
Like fish skeletons.
Clam guts that he decided we should somehow fish with.
And floating dead fish (that’s one of his older brothers helping him).
Boy 2. Mom 0.
As you can see, I am getting used to this kid and his all boy ways. My husband is just proud. But you know what we’re not sure we should be proud of with this boy? The fact that he likes to catch these at home:
That’s right my friends–the mysterious bugs that my youngest caught in food containers of varying sizes?
Honey bees. About twenty of them. And he won’t stop catching them.
He says he wants to be a beekeeper when he grows up.
I guess we can be proud of him for figuring out his future career so early.