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Bringing Up Boys

I decided to read the book, Bringing Up Boys, by James Dobson in preparation for my future fate. I must say that I laughed my way through the first chapter. There is just something distinctly different between raising girls and boys. I am very excited to have two boys who will drive me absolutely bonkers at times all the while filling my life with more joy and love than I could ever know! Below is an excerpt from the book that I had to share! I seriously think Dr. Dobson has met Jackson!

"Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable." Plato

"If a toddler (boy) can climb on it, he will jump off it. He careens out of control toward tables, tubs, pools, steps, trees, and streets. He will eat anything but food and loves to play in the toilet. He makes "guns" out of cucumbers or toothbrushes and likes digging around in drawers, pill bottles, and Mom's purse. And just hope he doesn't get his little hands on a tube of lipstick. A boy harasses grumpy dogs and picks up kitties by their ears. His mom has to watch him every minute to keep him from killing himself. He loves throwing rocks, play with fire, and shatter glass. He also gets great pleasure out of irritating his brothers and sisters, his mother, his teachers. and other children. As he gets older, he is drawn to everything dangerous-skateboards, rock climbing, hang gliding, motorcycles, and mountain bikes. At about sixteen, he and his buddies begin driving around town like kamikaze pilots on sake. It's a wonder any of them survive." James Dobson, Bringing Up Boys

Comments

Becca said…
OMG!!!!!! This is so true. I can insert Andrew for boy in that 2nd paragraph and it would still be 100% true! I love it!
Todd and Betzi said…
You gott read House of Testosterone. It is absolutely hilarious....
TheBigFish said…
Boys rule! Girls Drool!
Anonymous said…
What out for tools. Jake could work a screwdriver at 3 and took a keyboard tray off of a desk. Everything else is VERY accurate! The also think it is funny when they miss the toilet while peeing! Yaah!

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