Sometimes I think my daughters are more like...well, boys. No I don't wish I had boys, and I don't dress them as boys. Well, except for the one time Riley wore boys clothes. But that was only because it was cold and I put sweat pants on her. Yes, I was resourceful. Ashley thought I was just lazy.
Anyway, as I said, sometimes they act more like boys. Cooper belched the other day at the table. She brought the thunder and shook the picture hanging on the wall. Yes, I am so proud. And Cooper isn't the only one. Hannah burped so loud, and unexpectedly, I shuttered. Wow.
And what is it about them not wanting to blow their nose. I remember seeing little boys with their mothers running away to keep from getting a Kleenex wiped under their noses. It is like a badge of honor or something to have snot running from their noses. My daughters...yes, the same.
Here is a recent conversation. "Cooper, go blow your nose." Reply: "No." You have "boogers." Reply: "So." "That's gross." Reply: "No it's not."
Huh? The child is grossed out by a spider running up the wall but not by snot and boogers streaming from her face. I don't get it.
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