What Little Boys/Girls are Made of

Pictures really can tell you a lot, but not necessarily the whole story. Both of these pictures were taken at Mamaw's party this weekend. Probably within seconds of each other. What you see in the first picture is that bad bad boy, toughness personified, Super Z. You can see the mischief in his eyes. You can see that he thinks he is every bit as tough as his 13 year old brother. What you see in the second picture is my pretty little girl (along with my pretty neice). You see the pretty white dress withthe red hearts that she insisted on wearing, crying out, "oh! Pretty!" as soon as she spotted it. You see the cute pigtails and that chubby baby girl arm.

What you don't see is Z hugging Mamaw and telling her Happy Birthday three different times and H running around in mud puddles getting her white dress filthy and soaking wet. You also don't see Zane posing in front of the mirror modeling his new shirt for 5 minutes that morning or me wrestling H to the ground like a wild hog in order create the lovely pigtails. Another thing you don't see is Super Z singing his sister to sleep on the way back home and Princess H naked and playing cars on her Mimi's floor 3 hours later.

When you dig beneath the surface it turns out that boys and girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice and snips and snails and puppy dog tails. The pictures really don't tell you much about what you are getting when you take on these two.