You know you have boys when....
-After declaring that there shall be no baths tonight, only 'speed showers', you go in to check on the speediness of the current shower-ers, only to find two bathing buddies with their bellies on the shower floor (which has now been ingeniously transformed into a mini pond), trying to 'swim' around and around the 4 by 5 shower space, while blowing bubbles in the 3 inches (and rising!) of water, and flapping their little arms like fins.
"Look Mama! We're fishes!!!"
(Imagine: Jaw dropped, staring dumbfounded at this freak of nature pond rising in my shower, too stunned to say anything while taking it all in, until finally, "What?!! What are you doing???")
"Making our own bath, Mama, so we can be fishes! See??" (glub, glub...)
How, your inquisitive mind surely wants to know, was this done? Lo and behold! The magical wonders of a simple washcloth held over the drain long enough until it 'suctions' itself in place! (Shhhhh! Don't tell their secret if you, too, have boys! Though...I have this strange feeling it's innately imprinted in their psyche!)
-Every single day at recess, you dread looking out into the backyard, because it will inevitably mean either a) someone is going to need a shower (dirt pile); b) someone is going to need to change their entirely wet outfit (sprinkler hose); or c) someone is going to need a spanking (have your pick of reasons!)
-You regularly find your refrigerator door and/or pantry door open.
- You have become accustomed to painstakingly watching wherever you step, out of a reverent fear of Lego 'land mines' that have a knack for embedding themselves into the underfoot of poor unsuspecting victims...in particular, mothers!
-You are no longer grossed out by bodily function noises....in fact, you can now even hear music in some of those sounds....well....maybe I won't go quite that far.
-You find yourself dreaming of sharks, sitting in Mass with the 'Jaws theme' helplessly plaguing your inner quiet.
More to come later....
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