I wonder sometimes how many mothers have had their nose broken by their over zealous boys. Max is so wild, he is all boy. He loves to jump off things, crash into things, and tackle his mother. It is so interesting that phrase, "boys will be boys". I always thought this more of a societal expectation rather than instinctual. I mean, I didn't raise Max to be a fun loving beast, did I? Or did I. Either way, he has found his mojo, and he doesn't seem to be slowing down.