Why Boys are Best

Now I know you're gonna think I am completely biased in this opinion because I dwell in a testosterone fuelled household (and you may well be a tiny bit right).

Don't get me wrong, I love girls, I actually wanted Thomas to be a girl (it somehow just didn't feel acceptable to be growing a little person with a penis inside me if you know what I mean) and both Rob and I wanted Eli to be a girl (he'd make such a pretty girl after all), in fact as we were going in for the ultrasound to find out the sex Rob pipes up with "If it's not a girl I am gonna be really disappointed!" (no pressure then, thanks buddy!) So we ended up with two boys and despite my initial reservations about me being a suitable candidate to be a 'boy mum' I love it more than words can ever say.

Boys are just brilliant!

Here is my evidence......

I have a friend who has two girls and we went shopping together for summer clothes for our kids. Boys I learned are far easier to dress, they have 4 pairs of shoes,
Sandals,
Trainers,
Wellington boots and
Smart shoes for Sundays.
The four pairs of shoes each have a very specific purpose. They each coordinate simply with the array of denim and shorts that make up a preschool boys wardrobe. I don't have the endless task of finding just the right shoes and accessories that colour coordinate perfectly with each outfit. If it's Sunny the boys wear sandals, if it's rainy they wear boots and so on, everything coordinates beautifully without any effort at all. (Which is ideal because I really love things that require no effort.)

On Sunday one of the teachers in Primary couldn't make it (again) so I filled in for her and taught the 7-8 year old class. Our lesson was on The Good shepherd parable and I prepared a word search in advance just in case we have time left at the end that I needed to fill up (plus it doubled as a handy reminder of what we'd just learned, repetition is the key to learning you know!) the kids divided themselves into two groups, boys versus girls. The boys were all about speed and will to win, the girls weren't concerned at all about finishing first they were more bothered about important matters like using a different colour for every single word they identified to make the word search as pretty as possible. (Much to the boys and my own dismay the girls finished first.)

Last week at the farm with friends all our kids were playing together in the playground. There was this slide with a room at the top and the kids were in there playing house and being silly. We overheard this conversation:

Neve (Aged 4, obsessed with Princesses and Princes) "Come sit with me Eli"
Eli (Aged 2, obsessed with food and Cars) "OK!"
Neve "Would you like some cake?"
Eli "YES!!"
Neve (Passing Eli some imaginary cake) "Here you go..."
Eli (Looking dumbfounded) "Stupid!" (Which is a word we're not even allowed to say in our house but in this case seemed completely apt.)

See if boys are gonna use their imagination to play they will fully commit to it they'll be a dinosaur or Spiderman, crash cars or blow stuff up they're just not concerned in the slightest about kissing Princesses and having pretend cakes. To boys those things are dull.

Recently I took the boys to the park and on arrival found a little girl there with her older brother. He had obviously been forced by a parent to watch her and was doing so really grudgingly. Emily as she informed me instantly was 'almost 5' (such a mature age) so felt the need to help babysit my kids. Now I'm never gonna argue with an offer like that so I sat down in the sun and observed her babysitting skills from afar.

This is what I learned....

Girls are really flaming bossy!

It was all 'You do this' and 'It's not your turn' and 'You stand there' I was totally amused and the boys didn't seem in the least bit bothered and were thrilled by her attention so I happily let her carry on.

Eventually Thomas picked up his football,
"You play football with me?"
"No football is for babies, I know a much better game!"

From my observations of the much better (and totally made up) game it involved constant changing of the rules to enable Emily to win every single time and lots of accidentally on purpose throwing the ball over the park fence resulting in only her being able to retrieve it because she was after all almost 5 years old.

And lastly, boys toys are supremely superior to girls toys. I had to go shopping for a gift for Rob's niece and was appalled by the endless array of items formed mostly of hideous pink plastic. It took me forever to find something suitable and I was even half tempted to get her some Lego or cars. I know that's what I would prefer to play with (and do so on a daily basis).

So there you have it boys are best, contradict me if you dare!

Of course now I am fully and joyfully converted to Mothering boys our next child will no doubt be a girl and I'll be forced to endure endless imaginary tea parties, pink plastic toys, carefully coordinated clothing and bossiness.

Good job I don't believe in Karma!