Life with a boy is so different than life with just girls.
John is louder than the girls. Sillier (which I did not think possible!) than girls.
He is dirtier, hungrier, more physical, more territorial and, as I recently discovered, more irreverent than his sisters.
And when I say irreverent I don't just mean he amused by his own boisterous bodily functions. Even though he is. John thinks that nothing is funnier than to pass gas and then pat his own bottom and say "toooo" and then laugh hysterically.
But this latest irreverence appalled me even more than that. The other night, I was rocking John and trying to settled him down for bed. It wasn't going well. John was too busy cracking up at his own farts to snuggle with Mommy and sing Jesus Loves Me.
So after a few minutes, I said "Ok, John are you ready to say prayers." He nodded and so I folded my hands and he folded his little hands over mine and got real quiet and I closed my eyes and started to pray for him.
It was such a sweet moment!
Just as I was about to say Amen, I felt warm, slobbery little puppy dog tongue on my nose!
He LICKED me!
On my FACE!
While I was PRAYING!
And it was gross!
And he just laughed and laughed.
Don't let that little angel face fool you!
He's a devilish little stinker!