along came the boys

I had daughters from 1987 until 1994.

Then I started giving birth to boys.  And suddenly they were everywhere all at once.  I have been trying to think of a collective noun for boys.  I have several good ones.  Depending on the day, one or another seems more fitting.

A raucous of boys.
An iniquity of boys.
A fortress of boys.
A shout of boys.
A swagger of boys.

There are good boys and naughty boys.  I suspect most are a comical and intense combination of good and naughty.  Like my boys.  They fight like cats and dogs, and protect one another's honor with ferocity.  They are rude and rough and then offer to bring in the groceries.  They are arrogant braggarts and then tender gentlemen and then romantic fools, almost in the same breath.

They sin with vehemence and repent with fervour.

And, oh!  I think, they could save themselves so much trouble.  They could think before they act.  They could think before the speak.  They could think before they swing.  But, alas, they were built to act, speak, swing first.

And then think.

It is the work of all of womankind to gentle these wild romantic vehement tender swinging gentlemen-braggarts.  Just a little bit. It is a burdensome task.

Did I mention yet that these posts will lack political correctness?