They hate pink. They run away when you try to kiss them. Boys like to fight. They are always in trouble. They LOVE Pokemon.
Boys never sit still.
Try as I might, I can t persuade them not to stereotype their friends and, if I m honest, perhaps its because I see it too. From the earliest days, the baby boys I knew brightened up at the sight of wheels. They dribbled onto their overalls at sports cars parked at the side of the road, kicked balls, escaped from push chairs, tortured worms, revelled in dirt and had energy for Africa. I had to feel sorry for my poor sister, who didn t get a mummy for ages. Now progress this scenario a little further, and imagine little boys on airplane journeys.