For The Mothers of Boys

     From now on, Sundays will be a day off from blogging.  Instead I will use it as a time to reflect, gather and contemplate new ideas.  I will let the universe instill in my head what it wants known and hopefully be paying attention when that happens.  With that said, I would like to share my latest experience.

     Last night we had our two oldest grandsons spend the night. Since they are getting older, this is a rare occurrence.  Having raised girls, it is also a time to get a glimpse into the world of mothers who do raise them.  You all deserve a gold star on your chart.

     They are amazing creatures.  They have the ability to open the refrigerator door, take a deep breath and inhale all of its contents in the matter of a few seconds, only to be starving thirty minutes later. They see absolutely nothing wrong with playing catch while standing next to the china cabinet.  Body parts and functions are an endless form of entertainment and their attention span can go from intrigued to somewhere outside of the box, instantly.  Example:

     The oldest shows me a video.  It is of a family that has found a baby rabbit.  They are standing in their drive way and notice the mother rabbit is in the neighbors' yard.  They bid farewell to the baby rabbit and send it off in the direction of its mother.  Just before the bunny reaches its destination, a hawk swoops down out of nowhere and snatches up the baby rabbit.  Our conversation of this follows:

     Me:  Rabbits scream when they are caught.
     G'son:  Yeah, I know.
     Me:  When you were little and lived in the country, your folks had a dog named Buster.  Buster loved to catch baby bunnies.  He would come out of the tall grass with one in his mouth, prance around a bit and then toss his head up and swallow the bunny.
     G'son:  Whole?
     Me:  Yes, and then he would head back into the tall grass and continue doing this until he had cleaned out the entire nest of bunnies.
     G'son:  So, they were still alive when he swallowed them?
     Me:  Yes, for awhile.
     G'son:  Do you suppose they were playing cards in there?

     From that point on, the conversation went south.  Hats off to the mothers of boys.