Teenaged boys can be just as noisy as girls. Maybe worse. Because when their voices start to drop deep, they carry. Far.
They talk with their mouths and their bodies, scrambling, running, kicking, shoving, wrestling, flopping, throwing, hitting.
When your bedroom is right beneath the living room, and they are sleeping (4 of them) right above you, the ground shakes when they laugh. Because they don’t just laugh. They convulse. The lightbulbs in my ceiling fan shake.
Because they watch a movie with this song in it, play it over and over for hours, then one of them (Sal) has an earworm for three days that he can’t shake.
Because you then, in turn, develop the ear worm. It’s not a good one.
Did I mention boys eat a lot?