MIDDLE-SIZE CHILD

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Young Wildlife by Patricia Penton Lembach

Our younger boys are now nine and 11 going on 16 and 18. Our house seems joyously overrun with "neither/nors" treading a happy path between childhood and adolescence, demanding as is convenient the rights of both, accepting graciously the responsibilities of neither. I observe that this age group, roughly nine through 12, composes a more or less specific classification of the genus Boy, and elicits a number of rather well-defined characteristics. For want of a better term, I shall call this classification Middle-Size.

Members of this group, for example, feel entitled to wear their hair down to their eyeballs, but feel no obligation to comb it. They insist on "cool" clothes, which they will fish from under the bed for the third or fourth day's wearing. Middle-Size boys operate on the basis of one inflexible rule: Get everything out, put nothing away.

Middle-Size friends call on the phone and in a determinable number of minutes (the time required to pedal from there to here) will enter the house, make their way to the small bedroom upstairs, and caucus. Then they spill over to all parts of the house in pursuit of varied activity. If they launch into a peaceful game of Monopoly, it subsequently erupts into a noisy hassle between the brothers, splitting the group into factions bent on out-insulting one another. Ultimately they will straggle to the kitchen, where they display a characteristic common to all species of this genus: insatiable appetite.

Whereas small boys can be satisfied between meals with a few cookies and a glass of milk, Middle-Sizes have appetites leaning more towards large pots of macaroni or spaghetti, one pan per boy. When they become aware that their friends are sitting around salivating, they inevitably repeat the cooking process for each friend, leaving the kitchen a wasteland of starch and strainers and gummy pots. Dare to suggest that they probably won't want much supper and you are treated to a harangue on how bad the cafeteria lunch was today. "All we had to eat was chocolate pudding!"

Bellies full, activity exhausted, they adjourn to a neighboring house, where I presume they overrun the premises in like fashion.

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