Example #1: The kiddos and I were riding along in the truck, on our way home from piano lessons. We were still about fifteen minutes out, when Lovely Girl asks would I please stop hitting the bumps, because she really needs to, ahem, Use the Facilities. I do my best, but around here, winding roads and bumps go hand-in-hand, and I still hit quite a few. Lovely Girl mock complains, so I start shouting out things like, "Waterfall! Puddles! Rainstorm!" It makes her giggle, and takes her mind off of her little problem.
And then we hear water sloshing. Actual water.
Lovely Girl: That isn't funny!
Me (confused): It's not me!
Then we hear giggles coming from the backseat. I look in my rearview mirror to see Handsome Boy - wearing a huge, wicked grin - vigorously shaking his water bottle.
Example #2: Handsome Boy loves words. Specifically, he loves the sound of words. He shouts them out over and over just for the sheer joy of it. Sometimes, he makes them up, complete with definition. Like this one, which he coined this past summer:
B'haircut: what a mostly bald guy gets when he needs a haircut.
And sometimes, he modifies existing words to suit his own particular purposes. Like what he said while digging through the candy bag from when we got "Boo'd" in mid-October:
CA-CHING! In candy form!
Example #3: And then there are Handsome Boy's Wonderings: free-range thoughts he hardly ever keeps to himself, preferring instead to share them with whomever happens to be within listening range.
Like this one:
Sometimes people are wrong, and sometimes people barf.
Or this one:
If a person was barfing, and then they saw a spider, could they scream while they were barfing?
Example #4: Handsome Boy's worldview is distinctly family-centered, so he is practically beside himself when Chez Wheedleton does things together as a family unit, whether it's as exotic as going on vacation, or as relaxing as just hanging out in the family room to watch a movie. If Chez Wheedleton had a family business, I do believe the boy would be thrilled beyond belief.
Perhaps that's why he told me one day that Grandma (my mother, who is distinctly unamused with our all-too-gleeful and quite frequent descent into potty humor) should join the Family Business.
Me: The Family Business?
Handsome Boy: You know. Burping and farting. The Family Business!
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Yep. Life with a small boy...Our Small Boy. We wouldn't be the same without it. And we wouldn't trade it for the world.