|Matthew and Michael|
I spent the weekend with 5-year-old Michael and 4-year-old Matthew. Here are a few things I noticed about little boys.
Favorite word: poop.
Favorite activities: jumping on the bed, racing down the hall, and laughing.
Something little boys can't help but do: tell the honest-to-goodness truth. ("Wow, Aunt Donna, you're the oldest one here.")
Favorite food: pizza. Anytime, anyplace.
Favorite collectables: rocks.
Here are a few snippets from our most memorable conversations:
"Mommy!" Matthew ran into the kitchen. "Michael said suck is a bad word and I can't say it. Is suck a bad word?"
"Yes," Mom said sternly. "Don't say that word."
Matthew looked horrified. "But I like to suck on lollypops!"
Mom looked at me with rounded eyes as if to ask, what do I do now?
"We should clean up this mess," I told the boys one morning.
"Nah," Matthew said, waving off my idea, "Mommy will do it."
Michael nodded. "It's good to have a mommy."
While exploring the bay, one of the boys pointed to a cluster of mussels growing on the rocks and his voice filled with awe as he said, "Look, Aunt Donna! Living creatures!"
After he arrived home from a day at the beach, I asked Michael, "Did you have a good time?"
"Yes! But I got sand everywhere." His chin dipped and his brows arched as he added, "In every crevice."
And my favorite:
"Aunt Donna, would you fix me a ham and cheese sandwich?" Matt asked.
"Of course," I told him. "Let's go ask Mommy first."
"You don't have to ask her." Matt shook his head as if I were a complete imbecile. "I can tell you how to make it."
I couldn't help but smile. "You can?"
"Sure." He shrugged. "It's ham. It's cheese. It's sandwich."
My ham-and-cheese-sandwich knowledge might be a bit iffy, but I do know that I LOVE little boys!