“Here son”, my dad said to me as he gave me a new toy. A shiny new toy that makes noise. I wave it and the air is filled with joy. As I grow older, I get bigger and better toys. Toys with big wheels and toys that can shoot water many feet away. My friends and I like our toys. Cause what’s a boy without his toy.

“Here son”, my dad said to me as he gave me a new toy. “What’s this for?”, I asked him. “Well, you’re too old to play with those other toys. You need to cut the hair off your face. You’re no longer a boy but becoming a man.” But I don’t want to let go of those toys. Besides I found another toy that I always had. And this toy was really cool. Made me feel good when I played with it. Dad said not to play with my toy that way. I had to put it in a holster. That made no sense to me. I asked my friends. Some said one thing and some said different.

“Here son”, my dad said as he gave me a new toy. Hey this is cool, as he hands me the key. It looks like my old toy but big and loud. Has wheels and is shiny. “Remember that holster I told you about? You can’t get that without this.” So I and my friends drive in my new toy, looking to pick up holsters.

So one of these holsters, she said to me, “I like your toy, but if you want to play with me, you need to work to give me my toys”. So off to college and career. I gave a her a big playhouse like the one she had when she was a little girl. We joined the other boys and their girls. We had dinners, plays and vacations. New furniture, fine china and drapes. I wanted a two-seater, a boat or some guns. She said she’ll pick my toys cause I’m no longer a little boy.

Time passes and I’m tired of these toys. I want another holster. So I sneak and I creep and fumble around. I find a holster that likes my toy and she plays with it as much as we want. But after a time she wants her own playhouse. Back to sneaking and creeping and fumbling some more but my first holster finds out someone was using my toy. She hands me some papers and takes all the toys. Wow, a boy with no toys.

“Here dad”, my son said as he gave me a new toy. A shiny new toy that rattles when I wave it and the air is filled with joy. So you see, a man will always be a boy whether he’s 7 months or 77 years old, cause, what’s a boy without his toy.