BOYS ARE WEIRD!
My son insists on reporting any and all bodily functions to me.
"Mom, I fart!"
"Wyatt burp"
"I peeped mom!"
"Uncle Chris burp!"
He laughs at things that aren't funny.
He really believes the cat wants to play with him, if only he could catch her first.
He is more dramatic than I ever thought a boy would be.
"Mom the sun hurts me!" (he wasn't even outside)
"Mom, I sick, I need go doctor" (he wasn't sick, didn't even have a sniffle)
"Ghost! Ghost in my room! I sleep in mommy's bed"
"Can't pick up, book too big" (it was a board book)
"Help me, help me!" (in reference to a multitude of things he doesn't want to do; put his cup on the table once he's done drinking, climb into a chair, take a bite of dinner...I could go on)
His favorite show (when I let him watch it) is Wipeout. There is nothing funnier to this kid than watching people fall down, get knocked down or have things thrown at them.
See for yourself.
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