The best thing about having a 4 year-old little boy? The tempo of that beat tends to be in the fashion of techno music.
And the best thing about my 4 year-old little boy? He encourages everyone around him to dance to that beat with him and it is impossible to refuse.
I have said it before , but I love Bub's personality and hope it never, ever changes. Today was a reminder that even if his personality doesn't change, he is still growing up a little bit each day.
I have finally figured out to prevent frustration on both our ends I need to give Bub as much time as possible to get dressed. Unfortunately, the warmness of the bed held me captive an extra 30 minutes this morning. So, I was running around like the Girls when the neighbors dog pays a visit.
In the mist of the chaos that is my home, Bub came and asked me a question I was not quiet prepared to answer.
You may be thinking he asked me "the baby" question? Um... no.
Or some deep, meaningful question about the depths of my love for him? Not that either...
Or even a question about the omniscience of God? Naw.
Bub: "Hey mom, I need to ask you something."
Me: "Make it fast, Baby. Momma gotta put on her
Bub: "Well, uh, you see. I wanted to know if I could wear my underwear the right way now because I'm growing up."
Me: Speechless, near tears.
If you are scratching your head, thinking, "Say what?" I probably should explain. You see, I have never asked Bub to wear his underwear backwards.
Heck, I'm just glad on the days he actually remembers to put them on.
But, shortly after Bub became potty trained he decided that his preferred style was to wear them with the picture in front. His rational? If the picture is in the back he can't see it.
Perfect sense, right?
Next thing I know, he will decide that he is too big to try to bite his own toenails.