I walked past our bathroom this afternoon and caught Cameron using his brother's toothbrush to scrub the inside of the girl's 'just used' potty. He put the toothbrush back on the counter and turned around to leave the bathroom when he saw me. I asked what he was doing and I got the expected response. "Nothing".
"No, seriously, Cam, what were you just doing?"
"Boy stuff."
I won't bore you with the rest of the conversation where I'm wearing my Mom hat and discussing good choices vs. bad choices, right from wrong, and health vs. parasites, but a teeny tiny part of me was laughing inside. Not because I want my youngest son to brush his teeth with you-know-what, but because Cam had such a satisfied smirk on his face like he had just pulled off the best practical joke ever and stuck it to his brother all in one.
Tomorrow Ty's turning 5! Hard to believe. We had a bug-themed birthday party for him last week which was great until the end when we realized that one of his friends had killed his hamster. He was pretty upset when I told him about it the next morning because he really loved Fast Eddie, but he seemed to get over it later when we left the pet store with a guinea pig. They're more durable. The boys are both so gentle with animals, but Fast Eddie's passing was just a reminder that not all kids are. There were about 7 or 8 adorable guinea pigs at the pet store to choose from, and then there was the one that the boys picked out. A face only a mother could love (or a small child, in this instance). You're going to LOVE the name Ty chose. Tina. We have a guinea pig named Tina. We've had her for a few days already and I can now call her by her name without laughing. The kids love her and she's very sweet, so we're glad to have her. Welcome, Tina. R.I.P. Fast Eddie.
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