Boys. I realize they are not the same creatures as girls, but lately, I'm wondering if they are even remotely related.
Boy Terror is obsessed with all things moving. Cars, trains, planes, anything. It all roars and races. Everything he does is accompanied by sound effects. "Zoom! Swoosh! Rrrrrrr, Rrrrrrrrrr" He runs down the hall. He jumps over the stairs. He is a race car driver, a helicoptor pilot, and a superhero.
There are crashes all over my house. He crashes into the walls. Cars crash into each other. The dragon from the castle smashes into the floor in an attempt to catch a bunny.
As far as I know, Boy Terror has never seen football. Yet, I heard him say this morning, "Look! A football! I love football!" He hasn't seen the movie Cars, but he wants clothes, jammies, and toys with the little red car on it. Why? Because according to him, that one is "the meanest car". Why is that a good thing? I don't know, I'm not a boy.
Every where he goes, there is noise. Sounds, shouting, singing, and general mayhem. He has two responses to the world around him. "Cool!" and "Awesome!" The only music worth listening to is rock (Of course, he has no idea of the criteria. I can tell him hymns are rock music, and he declares them "Cool!").
From what I've seen, little boys just grow into giant teenagers of the same thing. I'm not looking forward to the next 10 years.