Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood, we find a delightful creature called a boy.
He is my boy. He is my joy.
A small son can charm himself into and out of most things.
Cherish each smile, each laugh, each tear. You blink your eyes and one day becomes a year.
A boy's will is the wind's will, and thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
boy (boi') n. 1. a noise with dirt on it.