Amazing.

You know, we made them out of all of the same stuff. Two boys. They've been raised in the same house, with the same rules, the same opportunities.

It never ceases to amaze me how different they are. Son #1 is sweet and giving, with a dash of spice, and a bit of a temper. Son #2 is a spitfire, with a competitive streak a mile wide, but a hidden gooey sweet side that very few get to see.

Yesterday they went with my mom to visit my grandfather. Mom bought them posters. #1 bought a poster that was a collage of kitten faces. #2 bought a poster that was a Rolling Stone cover featuring the Jonas Brothers. They're both tickled pink with their selections.

I'm tickled pink that they know enough about themselves to know what they like, and to be proud of their differing tastes.