Why is it that my boys always want to talk about anatomy with me?
This morning Banks barged into the bathroom as I was stepping out of the shower and remarked "Mom, you don't have a penis!" As if this was a surprise to me. Thankfully, the conversation never turned to what girls have but only to what boys have. According to Banks, "boys have penises and hineys and that's the way God made him".
Hughes has a girlfriend at school. I asked him one night at dinner if he had a girlfriend and his response was "yes, Samantha, we're going to marry each other". Banks then chimes in "oh really, well I have a boyfriend". WHAT? Can't wait for him to read this when he's older!
Collins is happy. His new toy interest as of late has been matchbox cars. He lines them up in a row (like Hughes use to do) and moves them around the playroom. He always loves Hughes' Lego creations. More often than not, he ends up breaking them which then sends Hughes into a head-spinning, demonic scream but we're trying to learn how to control our reactions. Good luck on that!
And, this Saturday we raked our front yard. Holy Moly. After 10 bags, we gave up doing the backyard. No one can really see our backyard anyway.