LITTLE BOY NOISES

There are few boys in our family. When I had my son there were three young and two older. Not having boys around to care for, their mannerisms, sounds and words are long forgotten from their playground antics and now I'm a mother and have to guide him in the ways of my world. Well when he first came into my world, after having one girl that spoke excessively and the other that had the conversation of an autistic mute, I was ill prepared for the many sounds that issued form the short stocky boy rambling on the floor running Tonka trucks down the carpet and around the legs of chairs and blocks of wood he'd piled up.

The sounds changed from roars to hisses and clucks. Sounds of explosions as a toy was dropped from on high to blow up the pile of blocks. There were wild sounds at times when he simply sat in a chair eating his breakfast, or on the toilet showing me what a big boy he was. Beside myself with worry he might be retarded I asked my Mother what did she think. "Cheri", she said with a soft smile, "he's making little boy noises." Since then Ive paid attention to sounds that come from men, and find there isnt much of a change from the explosives sounds they hurled as kids from the description of how a long pass was caught by the running back as he plowed into the opposing team. But dont take my word for it, watch a group of them enjoying a football game and listen to them running through all the "little boy noises".