If you follow me on twitter, you got to read my initial reaction to my youngest son. All my sweet boys have their own sassy personalities, but Trouble? He earned that nickname.
In our great room, we have a tall picture window. It goes from knee height to way above my head - maybe 8, 9 feet? And come nightfall, it is Trouble's personal mirror. Look out, Narcissus. You've got yourself some competition.
Trouble loves watching himself. He makes faces, growls, does the muscle-thing that boys do. He laughs, sticks out his tongue, dances and does impressions of his favorites characters - usually Bionicles, Little Einsteins or Mickey Mouse. He is oblivious to anyone watching.
But tonight! Tonight he proved that underneath it all... boys just love their junk.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Trouble dancing, making faces and watching himself. Then he drops his drawers, and checks out his goods. But the 'still life' just wasn't enough. No way! He needed an action shot. I had to cover my mouth with my hand not to make some horrified mommy sound. Then, to prove how boybaric he really is, he jumps around, moons the window... straining his neck around not to miss any of it.
He's quite pleased with himself, that one.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
They Start Young
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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