All these things are true. Sam took a plastic dinosaur and pounded a hole in our first and decidedly cheap end table. After tearfully coming to me with a broken crayon and not being pacified that I said it was just a crayon, he located the duct tape and started repairing it. After putting our kiddy pool outside and having two toddlers who I didn't want dripping through the house and because we had a secluded back yard, I told the boys that they could pee outside. Sam quickly found that bugs were a good target. Other very "boy" things quickly emerged, sports, fishing poles, and then one day he professed that he was going to grow up and marry me. I'm so blessed.