Little Boys are Made of...

I've found the popular poem to be very true, especially as I watch Jack get bigger. Now, we haven't had to deal with snakes or snails yet, but we have had many encounters with dirt, grime, and other boyish things. Yesterday was a great example.

I had just come home from my WW meeting and was greeted warmly by my manly trifecta- always my favorite part of Saturday. I asked Jack, "How much do I love you?" He stretched his arms out as far as he could reach and said, "This BURP much!" in his most many voice. It was incredible. The burp sounded like it came from a 50 year old man who just finished a bottle of IBC root beer in a single chug. I somehow managed to suppress my laughter long enough to ask, "Jack, what do you say when you burp?" He instantly replied, "That was a good one! It was fast!." After more hysteric laughing, he did finally say excuse me.

Oh, the magic of bringing up little boys!