Sometimes children are like pack animals. Not like a creature that you would solicit to carry your tent on a long expedition, like a mule. No no, more like wolves, thundering elephants, or African hunting dogs. I am not really sure how this works out for groups of little girls, but I have noticed in our home that one little boy, no matter how rowdy and crafty, cannot hold a candle to two or three little boys pooling their rowdy crafty ways. You may have witnessed this phenomenon at birthday parties, sporting events, summer camp, or during world war II.
Case in point. Sweet Boy#1 rode the bus all last year. He did not get a single reprimand, he sat quietly in his seat and minded the rules and caused the bus driver to wax eloquent to me about the high standard of his behavior. This year his brother is riding with him. The first week of school the bus driver had to talk with me about my sons. “If they continue to wrestle and jump around and pretend to shoot each other, they won’t be allowed to sit together.” Ah, a classic example of the differences between a single boy and a pack of boys.
And having three little boys of our own means…that our house sports its very own pack. I guess our family is just a living breathing science experiment, or study in social mechanics, or maybe a focus group on mob mentality. And you know what, I’m ok with that. God has blessed us in a special way and I wouldn’t trade my little wolf pack for even the cutest gaggle of little girls. They may be wiggly and fierce and require intense supervision (do you know how fast 3 little boys can snatch up a crayon and start melting it in the burner under your tea water?) but they are mine and I thank God every day that he sent them to rock our world.