What Little Boys and Girls Are Made Of

Little Philip came home with a pocket full of rocks from school today. He insisted on taking them into his bath tonight to wash them. We agreed but were vigilant to be sure none of his rocks made it down the drain. After we put him to bed, Big Philip and I were laughing about how Little Helen will probably never bring home a pocket full of rocks from school.

While there are many opinions about the nature vs. nurture debate, we firmly side with the nature side of things. How else would we explain the look of sheer joy on Little Philip's face to be having some manly conversation sitting in recliner next to his great grandfather in his recliner?

And how else could we explain biggest smile Helen has yet to offer us, dressed in her princess bathrobe?