There are the little examples like the time the family went hiking. After a long hike in the mountains, we finally took a rest. The kids, exhausted, ploped right down, while Wife looked around and said, “Isn’t it pretty here?"
Girl looked around and said “It’s beautiful. And so quiet. I love it here, Mommy!"
Boy piped in, “It’s great here. Imagine throwing a grenade over there. Why, it could blow up the trees and the bushes with one boom. Then the trees would shoot right up into the air. Or...if we had a bazooka, we could really blow that butterfly up!"
But, sometimes, even beyond statements, it’s amazing just how worked up Boy can get. The latest example occurred the other day while I was in the backyard clearing the woods. Sensing that I needed help, Boy rushed to my assistance.
He immediately found a stick and started thrashing at the weeds. Not just thrashing, but actively trying to destroy them. I was unphased by the whole thing because I remember doing the same to weeds as a kid.
Wife eventually came down to see what was going on. We quietly sat watching Boy continue his adventure.
Wife, with a furrowed brow, turns and says: Don’t you think he’s getting a little violent?
Lee: Nah. That’s just little boy stuff.
Wife: Are you sure he isn’t being a tad aggressive?
Lee: No no no, you’re just being overpro-
And, as I was trying to complete my sentence, Boy starts shouting: DIE! DIE! DIE!