The only easy day was yesterday

Boys are different. I don’t care what anyone tells you. If they try to claim that there is no difference between the male and female gender besides the obvious physical ones, tell them they’re full of *%#@.

Two-year-old boys lack that little voice that says, Maybe this isn’t such a good idea—or, if they have it, they are certainly lacking for ears to hear it. Instead, they are compelled by an inner force to test, resist, assert, argue, and push the limits in all things.

Following you’ll find a partial list of our morning antics:

1. Charlie took his sister’s skein of yarn and ran around the house with it, making a lime green spider web of gigantic proportions.


2. Charlie has a fondness for cups, the built-in water dispenser on the fridge door, and how paper reacts when it’s wet.


3. Anything can and will be made into a car or a truck and driven on any surface especially those surfaces deemed inappropriate by his mother (Legos on the dining room chair, paper clips up and down mom’s arm and across her forehead, rocks on the entryway floor).


4. Instead of telling me “No” when he is asked to do something (because I’ve explained in no uncertain terms that he’s not to do so), Charlie has learned to shake his head quickly and almost imperceptibly back and forth. That’s the same thing, Charles.


5. When Charlie falls off of something, he climbs back up and does it all over again, with the express intention of seeing if the same sequence of events produces the same results.


6. I came out of the bathroom to find Charlie wearing Remi’s invisible fence collar. While I removed it immediately, his father figured that was a lesson that would teach itself.


7. Even though Charlie knows his colors, he has spent better than an hour trying to convince me that a blue Lego is purple.


8. Charlie cannot resist a button (including the door bell and the center button on a computer mouse) or a lever (especially the little metal ones that hold the screens in the window—as I type he has managed to push the screen out of the den window and onto the bushes below).


9. When his father left for work, I begged him not to leave.