Boys!

I often think boys are a bit like exotic racing machines. Highly charged, able to be hugely exhilarating, but with a propensity for screeching off the track towards the concrete bollards. With help they get back on the track again and go belting off and the fun returns. They pay little heed to the instructions from the team manager, and no one knows where the next corner is.

Fortunately an understanding of their engines makes them (to a degree) predictable. Give them a macho arm wrestling pose (competition) add two candles so the loser get burnt (danger) and the resistance to being photographed is forgotten about. But....trying to keep them still is impossible! You can't win.