So my boys have been into boxing lately. It’s their latest interest. You always have the mainstays: basketball and gamecube. But other than that there are new interests that get rotated in… For awhile it was digging for treasure at our little park down the street. (Oh, and they were digging for their own treasure. They would bury stuff and then go back an hour later to dig it up…) Then there was golf for a time. Shay actually broke an “ancient Korean vase” when practicing his golf one day. At least that’s what one of our neighbors labeled it as. Funny, I haven’t been able to get that guy to come to church for some reason… Recently it’s been boxing. They’ve been bugging me to get them into a boxing league. (Like they have boxing leagues for 5 yr olds and 9 yr olds?) I couldn’t do that but finally I did buy them a pair of gloves. So now they beat on each other, on me, on anything that walks by. It makes for a restful home. My girls (both their mom and my 12 yr old daughter) just walk by and shake their heads. They don’t get it. How do you explain it? Sometimes guys just need to punch things. Reminds me of my nephews, Cole and Quin. My brother was talking to them one time and somehow a topic came up of what was one thing they’d like to do or one question they would want answered… something along those lines. Quin, who was 8 at the time says, “I’d love to know what heaven is like.” Cole, who was 10 thought about it for awhile and then said, “I’d like to punch someone in the face.” I love that story. That’s just the way boys are… you can’t quite explain it… but somehow they need to test their strength. Runnin, punchin, wrestlin, jumpin, swingin (all these words are just more fun to pronounce without the ‘g’ part at the end.) it really doesn’t matter… just something physical.