I've always loved their company. Both are the neatest, funniest, brightest people I've had the pleasure of knowing. You can't imagine my surprise when I was suddenly viewed as an authority figure, somebody who tried to tell them what to do, who didn't understand, who was square, who was the symbol of everything that made them angry at the world. I didn't have any brothers. Why didn't somebody tell me that my sweet little angels would turn into boys.
Boys are weird.
Sometimes it feels like my heart is shredding apart like a high fiber cereal. We rented movies, bought fast food, had friends over to spend the night. I was the mom who piled 82 boys in the back of my hatch back and hauled them over to the Georgetown Drive-in to watch the latest action movie. I can see them stacked up on their pallets with their pillows while I sat on the grass, smoking my cigarette and observing their bliss. I remember them asking me about sex.