Things boys just do differently

by Katie on July 29, 2009

Since I’ve been outnumbered in our house lately, I’ve really taken notice to some basic differences between the male and female genders. I was already aware of them, they’ve just been somewhat accentuated living with a 14-year-old and 28-turned-14-year-old for the past month.

Food preparation
Who needs to wash and/or peel carrots? Brandon just cuts them up and throws them in the pot. Dirt and all. In fact, the first time I saw him do this, I squinted over at him and politely asked, “Don’t you want to peel that first?” He thought that was the most absurd thing he had ever heard. “You’re going to cook it anyway. What does it matter?”

Table etiquette
I would never claim to have sophisticated eating habits. But we’re talking basic here. Like using utensils, rather than our hands or just going straight for the plate. We all know Brandon’s history with licking his fingers, no matter what their condition. The night Mason requested spaghetti here, we caught him with his face in his plate, licking up the remaining sauce. Brandon laughed. I excused myself from the table.

Showing affection
For some reason, boys find it necessary to punch, body slam and headlock those they care for. Why is this? I spent last night screaming, “Not in my kitchen! Out! Both of you! Now!” while they ran around me in circles wrestling each other for 20 minutes before supper was served. Then they complained, while gasping to catch their breath, that it was too hot in the dining room. Let’s not even talk about what happens when we get in the pool.

Making music
Let’s just say they create quite a melody for me every morning and evening. No instruments required. This would be quite taboo for females. Boys? They just feed off each other and think it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard…until the next chorus comes through. These functions are like yawning to them: you see it and you just have to mimic it.

Observation
Why is it boys can walk through four rooms of the house before they notice the trail of dirt/mud/grass/maneur behind them? Actually, they usually don’t even notice. You have to point it out to them. And it seems like freshly mopped floors are the most inviting to work boots.

Needless to say, it has been quite an experience. Regardless, I’m sad it’s coming to an end. Mason returns to Texas this weekend.

But maybe I’ll get my 28-year-old back. And at least the constant wrestling will be over.

As for the rest of it, I resigned myself to coping with those things the day I said, “I do.”

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