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Some Things Don't Change
boys will be boys...
“Boys will be Boys" they always say. I guess I've heard that all my life and yet I think it is used sometimes just to cover lots of things that little boys just do to amuse themselves at any particular time. While little girls like to play with their dolls, little boys like to run and jump, pickup sticks and throw things, they like to climb trees, and wade in a creek while looking for crawdads. Sometimes little boys worry their mothers to death so to speak with all they get into. Oftentimes they don’t see the need to alert mom each time they get tired doing one thing and begin to do something else. Little boys just like to seek out all the adventures of life – in other words, boys will be boys.
Did you ever look for crawdads?
you have to outsmart him...
A few years ago when my daughter and her family were visiting, we had occasion to picnic at a familiar park that had been built around a popular creek where I used to play as a young boy. While the ladies were busy about getting the food ready for the meal the grandkids and I meandered down to the creek to see what all was happening there. We watched the ducks and geese for a while as they played in the little pools of water and heard the splash as a bullfrog jumped back into the water. Then my youngest grandson noticed it as it dashed under a rock in the stream. “What was that papaw,” he said, and before I could answer his older brother said, “It's just a crawdad.” You can probably guess the next question from the younger… “Can I catch him papaw?” “You have to outsmarting him to catch him," I said. And before you could say Jackie Robinson, he was in the creek and the other boys were right behind him.
you gota sneakup on him...
“I can't see them now papaw," he said, "the waters too dirty." I just laughed and said, "you have to start downstream and walk against the current, taking your time and watching your step." I tried to explain that as you walk in the water each step muddies up the water a little and it takes a few minutes to clear. If you always walk upstream against the current, the water in front of you is undisturbed and you can see just which rock they dart under. So they all scampered out of the water and ran down the creek bank a ways then waded back out into the creek. "You have to take your time and sneak up on them, you gota’ outsmart ‘em," I reminded them wondering all the while if they were picking up on anything I was telling them.
"I'm havin' too much fun..."
The little girls had rum back to the shelter looking for something to put all the crawdads in that the boys were going to catch. Those kids were having the time of their life that afternoon when we finally heard my daughter call for everyone to come and wash up. I called to the boys saying the ladies are ready for us all to come and eat, but the youngest grandson answering said, "not now papaw, I'm havin' too much fun," but I insisted because I was getting a little hungry. As we all gathered round the table for the blessing my daughter looked at her youngest, who looked like he didn't have a dry stitch on him; then looked at me and in puzzlement said, "dad" and I just snickered and said, "boys will be boys"...
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