Smelly Socks: Watching kids grow to little men just one of joys
of boys  Usually, when I write stories about my boys and their
quirks, they tend to lean toward the gross and often "boyish"
things that they do.  But this time, I'd like to write about why
I love having boys. They are not always the dirty, smelly, rough
creatures that I sometimes make them out to be.  The spa day
The boys know, subconsciously, that they are a lot of work - or
at least they hear me say it to various people. They know that
they wear me down day after day.  But they also know how to
amuse me with the ideas that some days just pop into their
heads. One day not too long ago, I was taking a break from
cleaning and was sitting on Adam's bed watching them play with
their Legos, when Adam says "Mama, lay down and put your feet
up."  So I did as I was told, and then Adam looked at Charlie
and said, "come on," and they ran off to my bedroom but told me
to stay put. They came back with hair brushes, a makeup bag,
hair clips and a magazine.