Boys will be boys and other snippets of life

I have noticed that with some parents of boy(s)they tend to really "want" that boy to be "a boy". Trucks, cars, army men, cowboys and Indians, dinosaurs, hunting, fishing, sports and rough and tumble, you get the picture. My grandson has three sisters all of them are a combination of "down and dirty, yet jewelry and nail polish" so he gets what I consider the best of both worlds. He loves to hunt and fish and play army and Power Rangers and DOLLS! Yep, you heard me dolls.
I kept my grandson and g-daughter #2 last weekend so the folks could go out of town. In a moment of weakness I let g-sons best friend Cam and his br. Tye spend the night. Cam & g-son will play for hours and g-daughter & Tye will play for hours. Anyway, when Tye & Cams' folks came on Sunday morning g-son & Cam were in a rousing game of "House". They both had babies, they had a house behind the bar on the back porch and they were "going to the grocery" with their babies. The conversation went something like this:
G-son: Cam, we have to go to the grocery store.
Cam: What are we going to buy? Salad?
G-son: Yeah, that's helfy (healthy) for us.
Cam: And nuts too.
G-son: Yeah.
Cam: What are you going to drive?
G-son: Want to take the 4-wheel drive truck?
Cam: Yeah.
Now the 4-wheel drive truck was my hallway where they had put 4 pillows.
Cam: You can drive to the grocery and I will drive home.
G-son: OK, put the babies in there car seat. (The babies were "heavy baby" (I'll explain soon) and a stuffed Tigger)
What we got so tickled over was the mix of playing house and the 4 wheel drive truck. How cool was that? Cam and Tye's' Mom was "yeah, its good for them". I then chimed in with "but, their taking the 4 wheel drive to the grocery". Pop was "OK" with it, but you could just feel a little tinge of tostesterone in the air. Pop is a wonderful guy, but he is also "the man" just like Son in law who probably wouldn't have taken the whole thing real well, but would have dealt with it quietly until he got home and would have promptly taken g-son out to chop wood or some other man thing ".LOL
Heavy baby:
When g-son was about 2 my boss took his son to the same in home daycare g-son was at. G-son loved Bryce. Who was crawling about this time and very shy, but he loved g-son. G-son would try to carry him or pick him up and tell the sitter "This my heavy baby". This went on for about a year and the daycare closed. The boys have not seen each other since. When g-son would come to my house he would always ask about his "heavy baby" and where he was etc. Then one day he found in the bottom of the toy box g-daughter #1's old baby. This was a big ol' baby that had a stuffed body and plastic arms and legs and head. Every time he came over he went and got "heavy baby". He ate dinner with it, sat it by his cars and played. Needless to say his pops wasn't real thrilled about it but as long as "heavy baby" stayed at my house and play involved cars and trucks too we didn't have any issues. G-son is now four and he STILL drags out "heavy baby". "Gamma, where you put my "heavy baby"? After Cam & Tye left Sunday this was what g-son did:

So let boys play and girls play its all good, when they are using their imaginations.
God bless "Heavy Baby".
Now for a snippet:
How come if you take 15 shirts off hangers and wear them all week, do laundry and go to hang up your shirts you only have 5 hangers? Are they hanging out with the "other sock"? You know the one that goes in the machine but never comes out.
How come whenever I go to the bathroom at work there is never any toilet paper on the roll? Which brings me to "what did bi-polar do since she was the last one in there?"
How come in Florida when it rains everyone slows down to 25 in a 50 zone if most of our population is from the north where it snows?
If when your standing outside there are no flies flying around, but as soon as you bring out a sandwich there are a bazillion?
Just curious.
Now I'm going to take my "heavy baby" and go to bed....