Dominic and I were just having a little after bath play time and while I was cleaning the kids room I let him wander sans diaper (admittedly my fault). When I looked in the corner I noticed he was playing with two tiny rocks, not a irregular occurrence since our entire back yard is covered in rocks. I smiled, he smiled and we both went on our merry way. Until, a very proud little boy crawled his way over to my side of the room, handed me the tiny rocks and with a sharp sniff I noticed these "rocks" were actually tiny poop balls. He smiled and I said "gross" and rushed him to the bath tub for a serious rub down. I immediately texted Chris with a picture and the statement, boys are so gross.
And then a day later Dominic was taking a bath and I was sitting with him the bathroom reading a book (I take a little mommy time whenever I can get it). I looked up from my book and saw this...
Dominic was proudly displaying his latest work of art. Again, boys are so gross.
And then he just hangs out and looks super cute and I push aside the gross and am reminded that boys are actually pretty cool.
