Taking advantage of the three-day weekend to write my debate case just kidding, my NaNoWriMo piece. I hesitate to call it a novel because I always lose heart about three chapters in, slap a title and resolution on it, and call it a short story.
My dad ordered David McRaney’s book You Are Not So Smart for me. Love him.
Everyone always says stuff like “boys will be boys” but I guess I never really understood what exactly boys will be because my older brother was a rational human being. He kept to himself mostly, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard him burp, fart, curse, be disrespectful to women, use crude humor, or do anything unmannerly ever. Well, one time he ripped a napkin in half and gave it to our guest and didn’t understand why we were all face-palming, but no big deal. Generally he was pretty normal guy, just did his own thing and never bothered anyone. So I have pretty high expectations from males.
But my little brother, oh man, what a monster. What. A. Monster. Burping loudly and doing messy science experiments all over the place. There’s paper airplanes flying at my head, soccer balls under my feet, baking soda and vinegar spilled all across the counter…the list goes one. Is this normal from an 8-year-old boy? Yes?
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