a world of boys

It wasn't until I met a little boy in Australia, when I was 27, that I though I would oneday have a son. He sat by a campfire with me and my friend and charmed me into a world of boys.

He captivated me.

Until this moment I had always imagined myself with daughters.

Some while later, when I had returned home, I started having vivid dreams that I would have a boy-child.

And so I did. And another, and another. I think this cunning little boy put a spell on me that day in the forest.

I now find myself in an almost exclusive world of boys and their mothers.

I take my hat off to these women. It's a big job growing small boys into good men.