I remember my mother used to have a small sign near her desk which read:

“Boy: a noise with some dirt on it”.

She had two boys, my brother and I, and she loved us both dearly, even when we brought snakes into the house, broke windows and peed in the sink. My father-in-law comes from a family of six boys, and each time his mother was hoping for a girl. The mother in this article playfully describes what it’s like to raise boys.

Can you relate?

Here’s the article: