Oscar is a boy, and unabashedly so. The child LITERALLY plays in dirt. As in, he sees a pile of dirt and stops to rub his hands in it and throw it and get it in his hair.
If he sees a bug scurrying across the ground, he's on it, grabbing it, picking it up, showing it to me.
He chases the dogs, who are 30 and 40 pounds larger than him, and thinks it's hilarious when they knock him down (I, however, have mini heart attacks.)
His favorite book of the moment is about dinosaurs. He makes me read it to him 10 or 15 times in a day. Also, in a row.
He loves playing ball almost as much as he loves playing with cars and trucks.
Really, these are stereotypes, right? Boys are dirty, boys like dinosaurs, boys like bugs. I buy that, I do.
But today? Today he farted. And then he laugh.
He farted and he laughed.
Daddy is so proud. Oscar is well on his way to manhood.
AS a side note, Phobia Fridays are canceled indefinitely. I'm just not feeling them these days. In fact, I have a bit of blogger's block. All I can really think about is how pregnant and uncomfortable I am. I could write about that ALL DAY LONG. In fact, I started two other posts today about completely different topics that ended up being about my very pregnant state. I'm going to try and limit the pregnant posts to once, maybe twice a week to spare you.
This weekend I'll be searing for my funny again. Have a good one!