Why does every nerf battle end in WW3 in my living room?
Testosterone.
Why is EVERYTHING a competition (eating, sleeping, walking, getting dressed, washing dishes....)?
Testosterone.
Why can't they find that item on the floor 2 cm from their toes?
Testosterone?
Why are bodily functions so funny?
Testosterone.
Why do they always have to go UP the slide? Climb the top of the swingset? Jump from the tallest tree?
Testosterone.
Why do I have a cabinet full of empty TP rolls?
Testosterone?
Why are throwing rocks off a cliff so entertaining?
Testosterone.
Why is blowing anything up so enthralling?
Testosterone.
Why do they always have holes in the knees of their pants and their brand new tennis shoes?
Testosterone.
Why are they so physical?
Testosterone.
Why do they wrestle and think it is fun?
Testosterone.
Why is EVERYTHING a weapon (pencils, lanyards, playdoh, sticks, food....)?
Testosterone.
Why do they literally think so differently than me?
Testosterone.
Why are they so territorial about everything (their comic books, their seat, their food, the air around them...)?
Testosterone.
Why are they so fierce and yet can be so tender?
Testosterone.
Why do they love to conquer?
Testosterone.
Why do they take so many risks?
Testosterone.
Why do they eat 5 tacos for dinner and then ask for a bowl of cereal?
Testosterone.
Why do they constantly want to know what is for dinner (even as they eat breakfast)?
Testosterone.
Why do they want to grow up to be just like their amazing Dad?
Testosterone.
Why are they almost as tall as me already?
Testosterone.
Why am I raising them to leave me for another woman?
Testosterone.
Why am I going to have three more strong men to protect me someday?
Testosterone.
Why do I love raising boys?
Testosterone.
