A golf club through the drywall, a child through the drywall, and a basketball game ending triumphantly with glass showering down from the ceiling lights. I've been known to throw down a plate of bacon and run out of the room like a lion trainer fleeing the cage. We shop for ourselves, of course, though we don't really need to. What do you know about boys? Not one person in my house knows what kind of jeans I should be wearing this season. We won't be in the delivery room. The nod is for the food prep and the property damage. Having boys leads to a set of personality traits, namely that you're not fussy and that you roll with the actual punches. For this, I am particularly grateful.