Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood we find a delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes, weights and colors, but all boys are the same. Boys are found everywhere -- on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to.
Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older brothers and sisters tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them.
A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket
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When you want him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly, or else he becomes a savage, sadistic jungle creature bent on destroying the world.
A boy is a composite -- he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of an atom bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the shyness of a violet and when he makes something, he has five thumbs on each hand.
A boy is a magical creature -- you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart. Might as well give up -- he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master -- a freckled face, pint size, cat chasing bundle of noise.
But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with the two magic words, "HI, DAD!"
Author,© Copyright Alan Beck
Published in Reader's Digest in 1954.
We moms think that the words "HI, MOM" are pretty grand too !
Who makes you a slave
And a worshipper too,
Who gets adoration
So lavish and true,
Who plays with your heartstrings
Like a champion Love-maker?
Nobody but baby
the little Heartbreaker.
~~ © Helen Steiner Rice ~~
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