Saturday, July 23, 2011
Boys Are Weird
Tonight, as I was giving Cam his routine, "pre-bedtime" bath, something happened.
My soapy little man was slippin' and slidin' in the tub, merrily laughing at the yellow duckies that were gliding through the bubbles. After I had lathered and rinsed his hair (I know you're thinking, "What hair?") with lavender-smelling shampoo, I briefly turned my back on him to return a damp towel to the towel rack. When I turned back around, I saw him do something so ridiculously stereotypical of his gender it made me freeze in my tracks.
He stood up, took a whiz in the tub, and happily exclaimed, "OH WOW!"
(I saw his face, people! He was focused on the "range," he was admiring "the splash value." He was...proud??? And fascinated?? And IMPRESSED?!)
Sometimes, being the mother of a boy freaks me out!
So tonight--before some much-needed beauty rest--I'm going to "cope" by doing something ultra girly. Like tweeze my eyebrows...and watch Pride and Prejudice...while I paint my toenails...and apply a mud mask.
Sheesh! Boys are weird.