I don’t always understand little boys and their fascination with fireworks and Legos and bullwhips and BB guns and spray paint and sticks and paperclips converted into miniature weapons that could put an eye out faster than the victim can blink.
But… I absolutely adore them anyway, and I can’t imagine how dull life would be around here without a continual parade of eleven-year-old boys traipsing in and out of my house all the time.
Thank you, God, for little boys. And for their buddies. Because, sweet holy Abraham! I love them!