Men.
It starts early, girls.

There have only been a few moments in life where I have cussed for not having my camera. This morning was one of those moments.

JLo and I arrived late to preschool. Today is the last day, and since "graduation" has already taken place, the past few days have been play days... today being "Field Day." You know, lots of games and waterguns and dirt.

About three months ago, construction began on the new SuperWalMart across the small, one way street from Jordin's school. This involves many bulldozers, backhoes, tractors, dynamite, and red dirt (our dirt in Georgia is red, for all you non Georgia types). The company doing all the grading, blasting and digging has been wonderful... met with the parents of the daycare to let them know that they were taking all safety precautions, blah blah blah.

There are more boys in Jordin's preK class than girls. I think something like twelve boys and only six girls. You can imagine the social drama this creates. Each girl must have at least two boyfriends (hey, this is hard to do...). Sometimes, these combinations are switched, shared, combined, etc. . The girls, being the dominant personalities in the class, have taught the boys to play house, dress up and Barbies. I know their parents are proud.

I guess, no matter what the age - men will be men. Because, this morning, as I drove away, noticing the tractors, bulldozers, and the like near the edge of the road ... I looked back at the playground and noticed the boys... all twelve of them, lined up on the fence... hands grasping through the chain link, mouths agape - watching in silent amazement as the tractors, bulldozers and backhoes went about their work. I swear, not one of them was saying a word. Apparently - the girls, who now have no one to boss, dress up or chase - were pissed. They were all about twenty feet behind the boys, in a little cluster, hands on hips, pouty lips stuck out, and wondering what all the trouble was with the tractors. Those boys are going to have a bad, bad day.

What a perfect picture.

Dammit.


Rachael