Boys Will Be Boys

Before having Sam, I never really bought into gender stereotypes about girls and boys.  Now I get it.  Oh, do I ever!   Ah, the communication -- or the lack thereof.  He tells me NOTHING about school.  Really -- absolutely nothing.  I ask, "How was your day?"

He responds, "The usual."

"Well, what's the usual?" I ask.

"Just the usual," he maintains.  Nope, I'm not getting a dang thing out of him, at most an offbeat mention of  a kid who holding up the class line or interfering with his LEGO building during center time.  (The nerve!)

A friend's son is one of Sam's buddies in class.  While we were chatting one day, she mentioned something in passing about her son having thrown up at school the week before -- in the middle of lunch no less.

"WHAT?!  I never heard that?" I exclaimed. Heck, Sam and her son eat at the same table across from each other!  How could anyone miss that one?  So when Sam came home from school that day, I asked him, "Did your friend throw up at lunch?"

"Yeah," he answered, all nonchalant.  Then a few beats later, he continued, "I WATCHED him throw up at lunch."  And  off he sauntered to construct his twelfth LEGO creation of the day.  (It's a game.)

Then again this week I found out this same friend of his had been out sick all week long with pneumonia.  "Did you know that your friend has been sick all week?"  I asked.

"Yeah.  Sometimes he comes in during the mornings."

End of questioning.

It's a good thing he's a boy because he'd never make it as a girl.

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