Good Job! High Five!

I knew this would happen someday. I knew the moment would eventually come when I would suddenly realize and accept fully that yes indeed Tom is a boy. A  full fledged little boy made of  "frogs and snails and puppy dog's tails." Emphasis on the puppy dog's tails in this instance. There I was giving Tom his morning bath when he stood proudly, legs parted. bum clenched, hips thrust forward, with his  hands and eyes on the prize, as a steady trickle flowed and tinged the bubbles yellow. Thompson proudly looked up at me with his  saucer eye expression and  big grin ,and declared, "Pee!" Then he leaned over the tub and pushed me aside and yelled, "Daddeee!" So Aleck came over and Tom said, "Dude! pee! goodop!" and gave his dad  a high five excitedly. It was really amusing for me to watch Tom so proud of his pee and his need for praise from his dad whom he'd obviously practiced with, otherwise Tom would have had to squat and pee! Having bonded over pee, Tom and Aleck have taken the logical next step and will often be heard laughing and high five-ing  over synchronized  farts and sing-song burps. Yep, I definitely live with boys in all their stinky valor. You can almost see the testosterone bounce  off my walls each time Tom and his dad play ball indoors and punctuate each kick and throw, (usually aimed at my clean walls and furniture and prized lamps and vases by the way), with, "Oh man!" and "Whoa! whoa!" and of course their favorite, "Good  job! high 5!"  I could go on about how I now have to watch my t.v shows online, because video games and basketball trump wedding shows and The Food Network any day, but really I must go, I'm pretty sure Tom's shaving in the bathroom!