I think boys.
The reason being I have to spend more on clothes (they ruin them), utter more ridiculous phrases, (untie your sister please!) and spend more money on visits to the emergency room (oh so many stitches) than with girls. Don’t get me wrong, raising girls is no walk in the park to be for sure, but in my book it’s a little less rough. I have to say though...
I have never had so many laughs, bear hugs, and smiles as a result of these sweet, grubby little boys…but you definitely know if you are raising boys.
You have ever fallen in the toilet because you forgot to look and see if the seat was down.
You have ever found earthworms in pockets.
You have had to change your child’s clothes more than 3 times in one day, (bonus points if two of the times were due to being mud covered).
You should own stock in the Levi company, because seriously jeans always get holes in them!
You have had to buy up 2-3 sizes in one season due to a growth spurt.
You have ever uttered, “PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!”
“STOP TOUCHING IT SO MUCH!”
“DON’T PEE ON THAT!”
You have learned that EVERYTHING can be fashioned into a gun.
You have seen bathtime turn into a tsunami of epic proportions…and had to clean the mess up afterwards.
You have been in a Nerf battle, in the house, in winter.
You know all the ins and outs of airsoft brands, GoPro accessories and BB guns.
You have been to the Emergency Room for stitches, more than once…or twice, okay possibly even three times.
You have walked through your house barefoot only to be accosted by Lego boobytraps underfoot, man do those little things hurt!
You have gone through more than 2 gallons of milk in a week.
You have nearly had a heart attack from seeing just how high a boy can climb in a tree.
You have turned around and realized your son is an escape artist and is nowhere to be found…he was here just a second ago!
You have found rocks in your washer, or dryer, or both.
You have ever had to turn away so they didn’t see you laughing while you were scolding them.
You know 4,354 reasons why passing gas is funny, at least to them.
You realize that male humor never actually matures past the age of about 12.
You have ever bought your son new shoes, only to realize that the previous ones were 1-2 sizes too small…and you bought that pair less than 6 months prior.
You have ever been presented with handpicked wildflowers that came from grubby hands and you wouldn’t trade that bouquet for 5 dozen roses.
Well then...you might be a mom of boys.
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