You teach them right, you tell them to appreciate peace, and by the time they're 4, they bite their toast into the shape of a gun! My boys aren't the type to enjoy jumping in mud puddles, skateboarding on guardrails, or wrestling each other. They ARE the type who:
- raced down a huge hill from the barn to the driveway on anything with 2 wheels while dragging their feet, putting new holes in the toe of new shoes every few weeks
- took off at 2 years old during a party to drive a tractor away from the house into the center of Papa's yard while all the men looked on and the women were busy in the kitchen
- while the adults were giving supervised horse rides around the arena, one boy took off on his own horse to the other end, a good 200 feet away!
- went out for a day with Papa at the horse farm and came back with blood all over his chin and shirt because he wanted to "swing on the electrical tape"
- now in their teen and pre-teen years, they still play with toys - like a blowdart gun and air soft rifles
And that's just the way they were made - I wouldn't have it any other way - Ahhh, fond memories.
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