I call my friend Erin a "girl mom." Her oldest child is a girl and I think it doomed her to have unrealistic boy standards. Her husband Dave is a man who says what he means and means what he says.
One day after hearing Erin's pure exasperation about the antics of their boys, Dave enlightened her with the truth about boys. It went something like this:
"Boys are knuckleheads. They are knuckleheads when they are born and they don't stop being knuckleheads until the age of 25, and even that is variable."
I completely and totally agree. If there is one thing you can depend on from boys, it is that they are knuckleheads.
"What is that?" you say. The Hunter has a friend who's dad works for $kullcandy and generously gave pendant necklaces to the entire class.
Rather than wearing the above referenced necklace around his neck, my little knucklehead chose to stick his pinky through the eye socket.
The ice was no use. Butter, cooking oil, no luck. My man had to bring out the big guns.
To my knowledge, Erin hasn't had to bring out bolt cutters with her little knuckleheads just yet.