All Boy

We went to the park yesterday with some friends. Max came over with a flower he had picked and said, "Look mommy. I found a pretty flower!" I said, "Wow, Max. Yes, you did. What are you going to do with that pretty flower?" I was sure he would say something sweet like "It's for you Mom." Instead, he looked the flower, threw it on the ground, and said, "I gonna stomp it!!" And then proceeded to smash it to smitherens. All boy.

Also at the park he took a pretty big crash. While running, he slipped on the sidewalk and slid into a pole. Fortunately his head stopped him. The results are sidewalk scrapes on his knees, legs, elbows, hands, and face. After the tears were over, he realized he was bleeding and decided that was pretty cool. The rest of the day was spent, not complaining about his injuries, but admiring his scratches and scabs. He's still excited about it today. All boy I tell you, all boy!