Boys will be boys, parent accordingly

boys will be boysMy wardrobe boasts a healthy selection of pink. Pink glasses, pink handbags, pink shoes, pink shirts and pink dresses.

Growing up (as far as I can remember) it wasn’t that way.

I blame my pink phase on my male-dominated household. I’m the only woman in a house of men.

Generally survival is simple. Maintain a well-stocked pantry and life is good.

But sometimes the play fighting, the real fighting, the farting, the smelly bathroom and the constant cries of ‘I’m hungry’ wear me down and I crave a bit of female influence.

Hence the pink. I’ve had nine years to ponder the best way to parent boys and I think I’ve finally worked it out.

Here’s my theory.