What Is A Boy
?.......What Is A Girl ?
What is a Boy?
Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity
of manhood, we find a delightful creature called a
boy. Boys come in assorted sizes, weights
and colors, but all boys have the same creed: to
enjoy every second of every minute of every hour
of every day and to protest with noise (their only
weapon) when their last minute is finished and the
adult males pack them off to bed at night.
Boys are found everywhere---on top of, underneath,
inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running
around or jumping to. Mothers love them,
little girls ignore them, older sisters and
brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them, and
Heaven protects them.
A boy is Truth with dirt on his face, Beauty
with a cut on its finger, Wisdom with bubble gum
in its hair and Hope of the future with a frog in
When you are busy a boy is an inconsiderate,
bothersome, intruding jangle of noise. When
you want him to make an impression, his brain
turns to jelly or else he becomes a savage,
sadistic, jungle creature bent on destroying the
world and himself with it.
A boy is a composite---he has the appetite of a
horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the
energy of a pocket-size atomic bomb, the curiosity
of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination
of a Paul Bunyan, the shyness of a violet, the
audacity of a steel trap, the enthusiasm of a fire
cracker, and when he makes something he has five
thumbs on each hand.
He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic
books, the boy across the street, woods, water (in
its natural habitat), large animals, Dads, trains,
Saturday mornings and fire engines. He is
not much for Sunday school, company, school, books
without pictures, music lessons, neckties,
barbers, girls, overcoats, adults, or bedtime.
None else is so early to rise or so late to
supper. Nobody else gets so much fun out of
trees, dogs and breezes. Nobody else can
cram in one pocket-a rusty knife, a half eaten
apple, three feet of string, an empty Bull Durham
sack, two gum drops, six cents, a sling shot, a
chunk of unknown substance and a genuine
supersonic ring with a secret compartment.
A boy is a magical creature---you can lock him out
of your kitchen, but you can't lock him out of
your heart. You can get him out of your
study, but not out of your mind. Might as
well give up---he is your captor, your jailer,
your boss and your master. A freckled-faced,
pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise.
When you come home at night with only the
shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams---he can
mend them all like new with the two magic
What is a girl?
Little girls are the nicest things that happen to
people. They are born with a little bit of
angel shine about them and though it wears thin
sometimes, there is always enough left to lasso
your heart---even when they are sitting in the
mud, or crying temperamental tears, or parading up
the street in mother's best clothes.
A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) more
often than anyone else in the world. She can
jitter around and stomp, and make funny noises
that frazzle your nerves, yet just when you open
your mouth, she stands there demure with that
special look in her eyes. A girl is
innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on
its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the
Girls are available in five colors---black, white,
red, yellow, or brown. They disprove the law
of supply and demand--there are millions of little
girls, but each is as precious as rubies.
God borrows from many creatures to make a little
girl. He uses the song of a bird, the squeal
of a pig, the stubbornness of a mule, the antics
of a monkey, the spryness of a grasshopper, the
curiosity of a cat, the speed of a gazelle, the
slyness of a fox, the softness of a kitten, and to
top it all off, He adds the mysterious mind of a
A little irl likes new shoes, party dresses, small
animals, first grade, noise makers, the girl nest
door, dolls, make-believe, dancing lessons, ice
cream, kitchens, coloring books, make-up, cans of
water, going visiting, tea parties and one boy.
She doesn't care much for visitors, boys in
general, large dogs, hand-me-downs, straight
chairs, vegetables, snow suits, or staying in the
front yard. She is loudest when you are thinking,
the prettiest when she has provoked you, the
busiest at bed time, the quietest when you want to
show her off and the most flirtatious when she
absolutely must not get the best of you again.
Who else can cause you more grief, joy,
irritation, satisfaction, embarrassment, and
genuine delight that this combination of Eve,
Salome, and Florence Nightingale? She can
muss up your home, your hair, and your
dignity---spend your money, your time, and your
temper---yes, she is a nerve-wracking nuisance,
just a noisy bundle of mischief…but just when your
patience is ready to crack, her sunshine peeks
through and you've lost again.
Yes, she is a nerve-racking nuisance, just a noisy
bundle of mischief. But when your dreams
tumble down and the whole world is a mess----when
it seems you are pretty much of a fool after
all---she can make you a king when she climbs on
your knee and whispers........ "I love you best of
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