The other morning at summer camp, The Mayor greeted another boy with a chest thump.
The two of them actually jumped into the air and bumped into each other, on purpose, chest first.
This was a greeting.
[Odd animals, these things called boys.]
Similarly, we went away a few weekends ago with a family that we don't often see.
They have a boy who is 18 months older than The Mayor and, though they've met before, this weekend was the longest they've ever spent together.
They acquainted themselves with one another through a series of elaborate wrestling maneuvers, gut punches and general body thrashings.
When they weren't doing bodily harm to one another they were shooting each other with guns fashioned from drinking straws, twigs, tinker toys -- anything they could find -- because despite my politically correct, Mom 2.0-ness...
Through all their general body thrashings, the two boys were radiantly smiling and maniacally laughing.
At one point, the other mother and I watched the two boys thump and pummel each other with our mouths agape.
When I finally looked over at her with my brows knitted in confusion, she said,
"Boys are SO strange."Indeed.
The Mayor is such a BOY.
Though technically I've known he was male since he came out (and ruined my lady parts forever), something has only recently really clicked about it for me.
I was feeling all smug as we headed into the summer this year because I managed to sign The Mayor up for a number of weeks going to summer camp at a local, boutique art program where there is a long waiting list.
When I picked The Mayor up on the first afternoon, most of the children were gathered around a picnic table on the back porch stringing beads and making decorated masks.
The Mayor and another boy were in the yard, happily beating each other with lacrosse sticks.
All of these recent experiences have collectively impressed upon me my urgent need to secure a true understanding of the whole notion of boyhood.
I hope there isn't a steep learning curve to it because I ignored all (the stupid) boys, including my (annoying) little brother, and dismissed all that was male until I was a tween.
[Because I was totally, like rilly, rilly busy putting naked Ken and naked Barbie in the upstairs bedroom of the Barbie Dream House to see what would happen. OMG! Barbie has to go to the clinic!!]
Maybe by next summer I will have achieved more enlightenment on the boyness thing.
Hopefully I'll have signed The Mayor up for the sports camps he wishes he was enrolled in now.
Until then, maybe I should give in completely and buy him two toy pistols and a holster because I think I'm learning that "Bang! Bang!" means "I love you, Dude!" in the language of young boys.