Being a boy mom means that I can burp loudly and it's hilarious, to both the boys in my house. :) Yesterday, Jesus told Daniel, "Come here, I gotta tell you something." Daniel goes up to him and Jesus burped in his ear. Daniel thinks this is AWESOME and says, "That's gross!" (it was) and at the same time (not on purpose) I belched out loud too. "Eww, Mommy you're gross. Everybody's gross in here!"
Being a boy mom also means that someone farting at the table is headline news.
Being a boy mom also means that all books at the library have to have something to do with bugs, sharks, snakes, or lizards.
Also means that I will invariably, at least once daily, trip over a train, or a fire truck, or a stinky shoe.
Or that I will be chased by a boy holding a booger on the tip of his index finger.
And I would not trade it for all the money in the world!!!
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