Monday, April 13, 2009

Boys will be Boys

I long for the day when one of my boys, including the big one ("M"), will stop asking me to "pull my finger". I was on the phone this evening and "B" comes running up screaming, "Mom, pull my finger (which he sticks out his thumb)". So, being a good sport I pull it...about three times, before he finally lets out this little toot. He explodes laughing and saying over and over, "Mom, did you hear my toot". I told him yes and that I was so proud. He was very excited and declared that he needed me to hang up so he could use the phone to call his dad. I guess some things never change and still, at the age of 38, "M" gets a kick out of asking me to "pull my finger".

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