No doubt about it, boys and girls are different. Just to prove it everyday, my step-son chases dear daughter, growling like a monster and she tries to dress him up like a princess. Different. Step-son got a bull whip from Grampa Jimbo that he uses to try to whip up cans or trees or sticks or anything non-living (I put a stop to boyishness when the whip is aimed at a living thing).
Sometimes a boy does target practice on Diet Coke cans.
Sometimes a boy tries to teach a girl how to use a whip.
Sometimes a boy accidentally whips himself. He makes this face.
Here's a close-up.
Baby J feels his pain, then checks in to see if he's okay. Boys.
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