Raising a Boy

I don't think I will EVER get used to this whole raising a boy thing. I know I'm pushing the limits of  "appropriate for blogging" here, but hang with me, because this is the kind of stuff that goes down in my house: 

Caiden's in the bathroom and starts hollering like mad for me to come quick. I rush in there expecting doom and find him bent over in hysterical giggles instead. He barely manages to squeak out, "Check what I can do! I can write PEE with my PEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" 

And yes, of course I was required to witness the demonstration. :P

Demonstration over, he turns to me completely naked with his hands on his hips and his proud little chin in the air and shouts, "Betcha can't do that with a pa-china, CAN YOU?"


I love this kid.