Wednesday, July 8, 2009
I will be brief: I do love being one of the boys. I like doing boy things like hiking, cliff jumping, riding motorcycles and what not. I do. But I am not going to lie, after three 8-hour drives with all boys-teenage boys-I have had enough wiener talk, burping, farting and burning things to last me a lifetime. Unfortunately, these things are innate, rather than learned, behaviors. Case and point: Last night as Adam was getting Eli ready for a bath, the kid smirked and said while pointing (correctly, I might add,) "wiener! bum!...ha ha ha!" Seriously, how does he know to think that is funny yet? Adam said it was his proudest moment thus far as a father.
PS Did you know that burping and farting into a canyon that creates an extremely powerful echo NEVER gets old? You would think after three days, it would cease to hold all of the appeal...oh no.