boys will be boys

So I'm sitting in the living room admiring my son, a young man who is about to be a high school junior.  I began thinking about the leadership he's shown in his scout troop, the times he's seen me stressing over something and put his arms around me, the way he is so tall now.  Without looking up, I said, "Honey, I just want you to know how proud I am of the man you're becoming."  I glanced over at him, and he was sticking duct tape all over his face.  He at least had the decency to be a bit embarrassed.