Male-isms

I am convinced that those certain "male-isms" that we either find endearing or, more often, irritating, are actually, somewhat, part of the genetic make-up of males. This morning, I was in my room getting dressed after sending Korinne & Porter off to school, and Holt started yelling to me from the kitchen, "mom, I'm thirsty!" I told him, just a minute and I would get him a drink. Walked back out to the kitchen, and saw Holt, taking matters into his own hands by drinking out of the milk jug! Really?! Pretty sure none of us in this house do that, but there he was! He stopped too quickly for me to get the camera. I guess that's just what you do when you're thirsty and there's the milk within reach, duh!!