Boys vs. Girls

I'm constantly reminded of what a boy Will is. He could care less if he's dirty, struggles to understand the meaning of "gentle" and loves loud noises.
A couple recent examples of this:
-We blew up a few balloons for Will to play with. He quickly proceeded to pop them all with his fingernails and didn't blink an eye when they popped. I have always hated the anticipation of a balloon about to pop and jumped out of my skin each time Will popped a balloon, even though I knew it was coming.
-Today we visited the Salmon Hatchery in Issaquah. Although it's great that there are spawning grounds for these salmon to return to, it's pretty brutal to watch how they dispose of these fish who have worked so hard to make it back to their home to spawn. There are a bunch of guys waiting to catch the fish as they finally make it to the hatchery, who then proceed to beat them over the head with clubs until they're dead and then cut them open and remove their eggs.
Yeah, it must be done and it's natural for them to die and yadah yadah yadah, but I still was on the verge of tears and couldn't make myself watch them club those poor fish and then fillet them. Being the boy that he is, Will couldn't get enough of the action. "More, More?" he kept saying.

Will and Pa watching fish be killed (notice the bucket of fish next to him):


Will and Johnny enjoying the less bloody part of Salmon Days last weekend:


Gretchen's Birthday dinner: