The Boys

Tis the weekend before school starts and I have the boys in the house.


The phenonemon does not happen too very often due to scheduling conflicts and activities which keep the both of them busy. Stuart has immersed himself in Scouting and in Cross Country. Warren is a band maniac. Warren lives with us, Stuart is the part-time (and not often enough I may add) visitor. The lovely Miss Carol and I have one each. In age, they are less than six months apart. At times they are quite alike, at others, as similar as chalk and cheese. It is during those times when they are quite alike when we have the most fun around here.


For instance, on Friday evening the boys and I took a trip to the grocery store to get some oranges for Warren's march-a-thon Saturday morning. While I was choosing, they were going back and forth with each other about who they knew and to what degree and whether or not they liked the person being discussed at the moment. The conversation was centered mostly around girls. What made the conversation interesting is that Stuart is the social gadabout while Warren mostly keeps to himself, yet at the time, Warren was talking about the girls in his section of the band - girls that Stuart knows, too, and Warren was generally speaking kindly about them. I could have been knocked over with a feather. Warren had been shy about the subject of girls until rather recently. When we went camping last month, I noted a moment when a girl actually noticed Warren and sat down next to him without his bolting off to the other side of the county. I wrote a story about it, too... but don't tell him.



Warren went on his March-A-Thon on Saturday morning, covering around 10 miles total in a 6 hour period, quite an undertaking for a kid who isn't so athletic. On the way back from picking Warren up, he and Stuart got into a further discussion about girls... this time centering on a girl who knows Stuart and incidentally plays Bass Clarinet in the Marching Band just like Warren. The particular conversation about the particular girl had continued more or less, ending only when Stuart had to be taken back to his mother's.

Other than that, most of the weekend was spent killing monsters or whatever else they kill on those video games that they play as it was too darn hot to go outside and camp... and fish... and talk about the girls they know.

So here I am on Sunday evening, winding down my weekend with Stuart, listening to Warren gargle to a tune he made up. First day of school tomorrow. Hope that someone else appreciates when the two boys are together.