I love boys. Even the loud, energetic, messy, stinky, sweaty mess that little boys usually are, I still love them. And God knew that when he chose to make me mom of two 100% pure boys.I grew up with two brothers so I had a general idea of what life with little boys would be like. I also grew up with a non fru-fru mom that got on her hands and knees to catch toads, play football, dig in the sand, and shoot BB guns.
And here I am, all these years later with my own two little boys, and I'm taking after my mom by playing with all things slithery, loud, and dirty.
And, boy oh boy, did they have fun!
Got boys, too? Can I get an amen that they are a load of unexpected fun and unexpected adventure?