Boys Will Be Boys. Or Something Like That.

Actually, I think on any given day I could supply a number of adjectives to describe boys. Most of the time I walk around stupefied by the whole race of them.

Here’s a good boy story. Yesterday I was talking with a woman who works with D. She has two boys, one of whom is in college (soon to graduate, I believe), and the other is in high school (also soon to graduate). We were marveling at the mess of crap we dig out of our washers and dryers after doing loads of boy clothes (yes, we’re two smart women; no, I don’t know why neither one of us ever goes through pockets before putting clothes in the wash). Anyway, I was laughing about having pulled a load of clothes out of the dryer and hearing a rolling, scratching sound coming from the inside of the dryer basket. I looked in and found a matchbox car rolling back and forth. That’s not to mention the thousands of coins, pebbles, crabapples, nuts/bolts, super bounce balls, stickers, tags, Legos, and small toy parts I find on a very regular (read: weekly) basis.

She was saying that she finds lots of coins too, as well as tons of other things that could only interest boys. Not long ago, she was doing her college-aged son’s laundry and found condoms! After making sure it was in fact the older boy’s clothes, and not the younger’s, I suppose she decided it was a good sign, at least, that there were condoms. In the long run, that’s better than not condoms, if you catch my drift.

Today I got an email from her saying that she found her younger boy’s iPod in the washer.

D told her it could be worse...she could’ve found condoms. Although condoms are much cheaper and they’re waterproof. But, he went on to say, he was unaware of any condom that could play 50 Cent or Ludakris at the touch of a button...

Yikes. I’m so not ready for a teenage boy. Here’s hoping he waits at least 20 or so years before he leaves condoms in his pockets. And if he doesn’t, here’s hoping he understands that finding them in the washer just might kill me, and that thought alone will make him feel bad enough to remove them from his pockets before he brings his laundry home for me to do.