In the life of a boy this is where vinegar starts brewing.

We see attitudes change and personalities pursuing

A new sort of dream and thoughts of their own.

Sometimes you find yourself smiling but often you groan.

The sugar and spice is replaced with snakes and snails;

Food all over the floor and with puppy dog tails.

The testosterone has started to make its impact and yes;

Prepare yourself for now life is a mess.

Little girls may play and put things neatly away

But little boys rush through the house throwing things astray.

They climb the walls and scatter things on the floor;

They empty the closets and check every door.

If there is havoc to find you know they know just where.

They will try anything simply because they dare.

As wild as those terrible twos seem to be

Just wait until they grow to be three.

Then comes the next year and comes more.

For a parent each year brings a new challenge. It’s always in store.

Then one day when they become a man they will have stress

When they have a boy who will create such a mess.

This, my friend is the circle of life.

Are you dizzy yet or do you think you can withstand the strife?

I once was young but now I am old and tired.

They are full of life and forever wired.

What a combination when Grandpa loves grandson with all of his heart.

What’s next?  Great grand children?…. Oh don’t even start.