I have three children – all boys. Well, DD is not my birth child, but I like to claim him anyways. He’s now grown up and a great role model for the others.
When I say “all boys”, I mean more than the fact that I don’t have girls. I also mean that my male offspring do not do things with the gentleness of a girl. They play hard, and get dirty. Sometimes, they scare the living daylights out of me.
BoBo plays baseball, basketball, football (for fun) and, more than anything else, he skateboards. He jumps over steps, or stairs rather, and makes his skateboard leap up into the air like a grasshopper. It’s both fun and scary to watch and he does get hurt *often*.
YaYa tries to keep up with his older brother and he often tries to do things that his little body isn’t coordinated enough to handle. He gets an “A” for effort, as he gives it 110%. YaYa is also very imaginative. He sees no limits when he looks at the world and he gets *very dirty* when he plays. Today, he looks at the clouds that sit just above the mountains and declares that we should ride our bikes up the hill so that we can “climb on the clouds”.
Around our home, “girl” is the ultimate insult. In a home of all males, including the dog, I have learned to give in. Sometimes, I am even brave enough to join in on the fun. Earlier in the week, I took a turn in the batting cage. I missed nearly every ball as YaYa tried to assist by providing helpful hints, on my technique, through the fence. Yes, I play ball “like a girl”, but I run like a girl too (and I’m proud of it). 
