Kind of person

I don't know where they came up with this idea, but for some reason the boys talk about boxing a lot.  And, in their minds, boxers just where shorts, which I guess they do, but I don't know why the boys know this.  Anyway, William came running into the room wearing just his shorts and this is the conversation that followed.

"I'm going to box you, Mommy!" William told me as he began to punch my arm.

"Ouch!" I said.

"I'll box you softer, Mommy," William said as he gently gave me little punches.

"William's a boxing kind of person," John Stephen announced as he looked on.  "That's just the kind of person he is!  And I'm a pickle and olive eating kind of person.  Yeah, I'm a pickle and olive and soup eating person.  That's what people will think about me."

"And I'm a book reading kind of person!" Benjamin added.  "And a dinosaur expert.  That's what kind of person I am."