Why do little boys always have to hold moving objects or failing that, make stationary objects into moving objects?!

So the 2-handled serving dish becomes the handles of a motor bike as he 'brmmms' along the road on his Walter Mitty Harley-Davidson.

Or he runs along with a black plastic bag kite-like on the end of a stick.

Or he pierces a leaf on a stick so it turns mill-like in the wind.

Or he pushes a stick with a metal circle nailed on it which serves as a wheel.

He bowls a bike rim or a bike tyre along the road, expertly steering it with a stick.

He pulls a cut-away plastic container or sardine tin attached to a piece of string. (This does serve as good practice for pulling the plastic bidon which carries the garbage to the local tip - the river bank.)

Little boys craft vehicles.

Little girls don’t do this.

They walk sedately along or jump rope. They sit on the ground and play 5 stones.

They look after their younger siblings.

They keep watch over the pile of sweet potatoes or charcoal for sale.

However, they do become very vicious when they play ball and hurl the ball at each other. (Fortunately, the ball is only made of paper, cloth or plastic bags.)

Little boys swim in the river, play football, do back flips and handstands and other acrobatic feats.

Little girls carry white dollies strapped on their backs - until they are big enough to strap a little black baby to their back.

Tell me, why is there such a difference of activity? Is it because of nature or nurture?

Blessings,

Bridget

Little girls create domestic bliss.

We are to be like children in one regard:

“The greatest in the Kingdom of heaven is the one who humbles himself and becomes like this child. And whoever welcomes in my name one such child as this, welcomes me.” Matthew 18:2-5

but certainly not in another

"To what, then, can I compare the people of this generation? What are they like? They are like children sitting in the market-place and calling out to each other: "We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not cry.' Luke 7:31-32