Language of Boys


Oftentimes I feel like a field researcher. I stare at bits and pieces of broken crockery, crayons, and confetti, and try to understand the messages left by my offspring. Sometimes I get it wrong. Sometimes our meanings pass in parallel (much to the frustration of either parties). And sometimes I get it right.

Thank goodness they have a lot of patience.

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