Clay & Charlotte

Clay and Charlotte were adorable at the Vancouver Aquarium this morning, and I appreciated Charlotte's help in teaching Clay social skills. Compared to rambunctious and contrary Clay, Charlotte was a sweet and agreeable angel. I'm reading a great book called The Wonder of Boys, and it talks about the uniqueness of boys' brains and hormones. And at the aquarium as Clay was chastised by the staff for climbing all the decorative rocks (do they not see his mom standing close by watching him?), splashing everyone at the touch tank, and playing with the dead butterflies while Charlotte disgustedly wrinkled her nose, I thought "hopefully the book is right and Clay's wildness is the result of testosterone, and not inferior parenting."