Poop

It's no secret around here that I am a mom to girls (I'm also a mom to a boy but we'll get to that later.) When I had my first daughter, I was convinced the gods were trying to punish me because 'boys' were easier. (I had 3 nephews to base this assumption on) I was never a 'girlie girl' and I just knew she would put me in my grave before my time. HA (she's still trying)

I am not an expert, nor will you ever catch me claiming to know how to parent (I fumble blindly like the rest of us) - I still don't know which is easier, or if either gender is easier to raise. I do know however that boys and girls are DIFFERENT.

I am a girl - I like to think I understand (at least have a better understanding) of girls and how my daughter is. Fundamentally boys and girls are different, different interests, different ideas, different reactions to the same situation...do you see where I'm going?

Take for example...when my daughter was younger and we were potty training if I saw her 'holding' herself it usually meant she had to go to the bathroom. My stepson (who is only a year older) used to hold himself...I ALWAYS asked him if he had to go to the bathroom...nope, never. Finally one day he looked at me and with as much frustration as he could muster at the age of 5 he said "NO, why do you always ask me that?" I questioned the hub about this and he informed me "that is what all boys do...they like to make sure it is still there." WHAT?! NOTE** girls do not fear that our 'parts' have fallen off, we always know they are there. hahaha

Anyhow, I digress...

So fast forward a few years, D.Q. is 6 and Jr. is 7. Each year he spends the summer with us as well as a few holidays. There is always an adjustment period for the kids, but it is relatively short lived. I on the other hand spend the summer learning how to parent a boy and just when I think I've got the hang of it...times up.

So this summer starts off normal as usual. He gets here and everyone is excited. There's only one catch - for some reason he seems to be enthralled with the word "poop." Yep, not sure why, not sure how to stop it, but ok, we'll just let it go for now. He manages to slip it into conversations he is having with DQ and let me tell you, she does not find this nearly as funny as he does. After a few days she comes to me and says..."Mom, is it time for Jr. to go home?"

"No dear, why would you want him to go home?"

"Because he's always saying poop and I don't like it. That's gross."

All the while, I can hear Jr. somewhere in another room just laughing it up because he's learned to drive her crazy...

Yep, boys and girls are definitely different!