Boys will be boys

The other day I was at the school playground waiting to pick up Tobey. I saw two boys, I'm guessing 8th-9th grade hanging around the black top. They were throwing rocks. For fun. No target, no game, except maybe who could throw them farther. Immediately my mom instincts kicked in and wanted to tell them to stop. But there were no other kids around, besides Eli, and for the most part they threw into the open field and not towards people or property. (Although they once came close and I came close to telling them to stop.)

Then this morning at Tobey's school drop off, I saw a boy, at least 4th-5th grade, scoop up big handfuls of gravel dirt and toss them into the wind. I heard his mom call his name to stop and yet he still threw dirt 2 or 3 more times before his mom had to go over, physically put her hand on his cocked arm, before he stopped.

That scares the heck out of me. I thought they'd grow out of these things. I'm starting to think that I'm horribly, horribly wrong.