Top Five Signs that I am Raising Boys...

5. I asked my youngest son if he thought that throwing his shoes was a good idea or a bad idea, and his older brother started singing, somewhat to the tune of "Cops", "Bad choice, bad choice" and I was ready for him to add "what you gonna do?"

4. I spotted my son peeing on the playground again (while surrounded by lots of kids) and yelled his name in shock and horror. He looked up, stopped, and said guiltily, "Sorry", and then rotated about 90 degrees and peed on the grass. Because that's much better.

3. In his attempt to learn language at a surprisingly rapid rate and with great efficiency, my youngest son has abbreviated the cumbersome "popcorn." Now, he just prefers to yell "PORN! More porn, Mommy!". Oh, how the neighbors must love us.

2. They can now both read the words "John" and "Deere".

1. When asked to explain an image of the Eiffel Tower to Max, I told him that it was in Paris and that some day, when he was a grown up, he'd get to go to the very top of it and look out over the City of Lights and if he was very lucky, he'd have shared a very delicious meal with a really pretty girl that he could kiss while up on top the very top of that tall, tall tower.

And he responded.."You, Mommy!"

And he meant it.

For now at least.

Ahhh, we'll always have Paris...