Boys versus Girls

I have a friend with three lovely, interesting little girls. They are holy terrors at times ( aka missing a nap or upset with one another) but they more than make up for it with their sweet and lively dispositions. With that said, I am very happy with my only son - although a recent incident has me questioning the long term effects of a testosterone imbalanced household.

Earlier this week my sleepy child crawled into our bed and blinked at me as I was preparing for work and he waited for me to turn on his favorite morning television program. Pausing in my tracks, I stood at the foot of the bed and mouthed "I love you", replete with gestures and goofy smile. My son smiled back and nodded his acknowledgment of the message before silently mouthing the following words: "Find Sponge Bob".

I burst out laughing and he joined in. "Mommy, I love your laugh." he tells me.

He may not like to shop with me (and I am pretty sure we will never get our nails done together) but he still manages to say the right thing even when it is not how I expect it.

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