Coming of Age

I think I have something figured out here. 

I've figured out what MAKES little boys. I mean other than late nights in Mommy and Daddy's bedroom. That might be what makes BABIES but not what makes that baby a BOY. Except for the obvious anatomy. Did you know that "they" say if you eat lots of protein while you're trying to have a baby it supposedly increases your chances of conceiving a boy? Fun fact.


Wow we REALLY got off track here didn't we. Let's fast forward past the skin and just say you already have a baby boy. 


In order for that baby boy to turn into a REAL boy (this is how Pinocchio SHOULD have gone), you need three key ingredients.


ONE. A truck. Some kind of truck. Could be a dump truck, a firetruck, a police truck, any kind of truck as long as it has wheels. The larger the wheels, the more of a "truck" it is. This is the first essential key to Boy-ness. My kid acquired the truck trend at six months old. It isn't a hard one to start.


TWO. A projectile. It doesn't necessarily have to be a weapon (but your boy will most likely make it a weapon, whatever). It can be anything that shoots anything over an amount of space. Like a Nerf gun, a slingshot, a pitching machine, a cannon, or Calen's newest toy: a STOMP ROCKET.


Stomp rockets are pretty much the coolest things that any boy could ever own. Calen got one for his birthday yesterday from a friend. You put a foam rocket on a little hose attached to a big plastic pedal. You STOMP on the pedal, and the rocket goes FLYING. Up in the air, or at whoever/whatever you aim at. It's pretty fantastic. Calen never really cared about projectiles until today. But now, he can't get enough of them. This is just hours of fun.


Minus 100 mommy points for stomping a rocket onto our roof today. Whoops. 

Stomping rockets!! If you pay attention to the 2nd panel, you'll see the rocket in motion.

THREE. Bugs. Bugs are the last essential piece to this Trinity of boyness. I wasn't aware of this until today while we were outside (stomping on rockets). We found a traffic jam of thousands of little ants on the sidewalk. I showed Calen. Again, Calen has never really noticed bugs before (other than the TICK we found on his blankie yesterday...EWWWWW). 

But suddenly, today, his coming of age moment arrived. He got down on his hands and knees, and very carefully examined all of the bugs. 


And then, he took his toy monster truck, and drove over ALL of the ants.

And then went back to stomping on his rocket.


We have arrived.

Discovering ants. Moments later, he drove over all of them with his monster truck.

 

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