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What is a Little Boy?
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| (PICTURE BY DONNA BROOKS) |
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| Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood we find a delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes, weights and colors, but all boys are the same. Boys are found everywhere -- on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to. |
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| Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older brothers and sisters tolerate them, adults ignore them and Heaven protects them. |
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| A boy is Truth with dirt on its face, Beauty with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in its hair and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket. |
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| When you want him to make a good impression, his brain turns to jelly, or else he becomes a savage, sadistic jungle creature bent on destroying the world. |
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| A boy is a composite -- he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of an atom bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the shyness of a violet and when he makes something, he has five thumbs on each hand. |
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| A boy is a magical creature -- you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart. Might as well give up -- he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master -- a freckled face, pint size, cat chasing bundle of noise. |
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| But when you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams, he can mend them like new with the two magic words, "HI, DAD!" |
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| DEDICATED TO MY SON TIMMY AND MICHAEL |
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