Boys Will Be Boys

I'm a boy. I like things. Like getting dirty and mud and spreading all of The Mom's cooking gear on the floor and eating yogurt with my fingers. I like vanilla lattes, too.*

But Ben. Ben is a BOY. Check him out:

That's right. He saw the drop cloth with white paint or chalk or something on it. He plopped down on that stuff and wiggled. Awesome. I bow to his coolness.


*Daddy drinks homemade vanilla lattes. He said "wanna try it?" and offered me a taste with his spoon. Now he can't have them anymore, because I come up and demand "Try it?" "Try IT!" until he caves.