... cross posted from our sister site, Deep South Moms Blog.
As a mom of three boys, I am no stranger to loud, noisy games. Having grown up with all sisters and a more quiet (albeit high-drama) style of play, I have finally adjusted to the ways that boys play. They don't just drive toy cars, they slam them into each other and send them sailing down the stairs to perform death-defying stunts. They don't paint with brushes when they can dip their entire hand in the jar of paint and slam it down on the paper, sending splatters all around the room. They don't walk anywhere - they run, shove, jostle, and slam. Anything with a smooth surface that will raise them a foot or two off the ground will be adopted as a step stool to reach something inappropriate that has been purposely stored out of their reach. Any food item with accompanying liquid is fair game for a science experiment of some sort. And so on and so on. But today the boys introduced me to a newer, more violent form of play - a little game they call "Let the Bad Guys Beat Each Other Up".