There is something special about little boys. I have to giggle as I listen to my boy drive his Matchbox cars and wrangle his Playmobil toys. The ingenius noises boys create from their imaginations has always intrigued me. Even as a kid, I desperately tried to duplicate my younger brother's truck noises, tractor commotion and motorcycle wheelies...I failed miserably. And now, as my boy plays with his toys, I am reminded once again of the not so very subtle differences between boys and girls. And better yet, I still find myself attempting to master the rolling of my tongue and twisting of my voice...but those cool little noises are no where to be found.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Boys
There is something special about little boys. I have to giggle as I listen to my boy drive his Matchbox cars and wrangle his Playmobil toys. The ingenius noises boys create from their imaginations has always intrigued me. Even as a kid, I desperately tried to duplicate my younger brother's truck noises, tractor commotion and motorcycle wheelies...I failed miserably. And now, as my boy plays with his toys, I am reminded once again of the not so very subtle differences between boys and girls. And better yet, I still find myself attempting to master the rolling of my tongue and twisting of my voice...but those cool little noises are no where to be found.
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