Boy, (noun): a noise with dirt on it.
I love Sundays for a lot of reasons. One of them is that I routinely resolve to do no homework, in favor of spending time with people. The more the merrier, I say! This afternoon I hosted a crepe party in three waves. While the company was good all around, one of my favorite parts was simply this:
Despite the fact that they live a grand total of 3 minutes away- if you're walking backwards on crutches- these boys settled in for their Sunday nap (notice the church clothes) on my couch and floor. I was still busy chatting with the third wave in the kitchen, but there was something strangely comforting and slightly nostalgia-arousing about having these oversized kids camped out in my apartment...
For one thing, just having the hormonal scale in my apartment tipped in favor of testosterone makes me feel more at home (although I must admit that it's not as weird living with girls as I feared, since I don't really ever see my roommates). Even so, I miss my brothers something fierce. Coincidentally one of these sleeping beauties has a personality that reminds me of my (not-so)little black sheep, my second brother. In a much more innocent, uses-less-profanity type of way, of course (the beaut, that is, not the brother).
The second thing that came to mind as I settled in with my computer after my final awake guest left was not entirely unlike how a mother of young boys must feel when her lovable little hellions are sleeping... "Ah, serenity".
Little boys are precious. They are also energetic and mischievous with a capital M! They say the darndest things and know exactly how to push your buttons. Sometimes you want to just throttle them. Let's just say that these sleeping beauties are not entirely different.
From my brothers to the rambunctious little boys I used to babysit to these three, I can deduce one universal truth about men:
They're so much cuter when they're sleeping.
this is fantastic, much like your crepes.
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