As I haven't written a post about parenting the 'Y' chromosome in a very long time, here is an update:
They break bones, badly.
Both of them.
Probably because they have no fear! That would be the seven year old up there on the top of that orange pole. Note all the other 7 and 8 year old boys seem to have remained sensibly at ground level so perhaps it is just that my boys are extreme risk takers?
I often find elaborate "scenes" such as this one, set up in random locations around the house.
Often the "scenes" appear to have been catastrophic.
You quickly learn who all the sports stars are.
The brotherly love is touching. The 10 year old offered to help the 7 year old find some sponsors for his school Zumba-thon. For those that can't read his handwriting that would be Bill Gates and Queen Elizabeth sponsoring H some rather large sums per minute.
Yes, the 7 year old was sent to school with this form and yes, I crossed out Nick's additions!
Every minute of this testosterone loaded craziness is worth it though, especially when you get treated to impromptu music recitals with football cleats on!