Raising Boys

Today during lunch, Harry was a having a nervous breakdown because Brice got the last of the sparkling juice with his sandwich. I mean, full-on-four-year-old breakdown. So Brice said, "hey Harry, I know something that will cheer you up!" He then proceeded to stand on his chair, turn around, and shake his backside a few times in Harry's direction. Whereupon, Harry stopped crying, started laughing and said (with utter sincerity), "nanks Brice! Your booty always makes me feel better!!" Brice just smiled.

Then, shortly thereafter, I sent them into the garage to wait for me while I got myself out the door. When I stepped into the garage, Brice looked at me and held out his hand as if to say, "stop! I know what you're going to say! We can explain!!" Brice was pumping furiously on the bike pump and Harry had the air-side-end in his mouth (smiling, of course). "mom, Harry wanted me to pump air into his mouth." Then Harry calmly pulled it out and said, "yeah, I yike it!!"

Boys.