I am raising boys, no doubt

Here are a few comments that have been made around the house lately which confirms to me that I am raising boys and it is a totally different ball game than girls.

Me: Dawson, don't hurt Kenan.

D: But I love to hurt him.

D: I got stronger last night. I don't get stronger every night, just last night.

Me: Yes, you are strong. Soon you'll be too big and strong and I won't be able to hold you anymore.

D: Then I'll be a mommy...(after a little bit) but mommies are not stronger. They cannot hold daddies but daddies can hold mommies.

D: Daddy, get me some water.

Brett: You can get it.

D: Sometimes I just want someone to do it for me

Brett: Ask Kenan.

D: Kenan, can you get me some water?

K: (without turning away from the tv) No, I too busy.

As I was leaving for the hospital one morning, I was saying goodbye to the boys as usual, telling them I loved them and would see them later. I also told them I would miss them. Dawson then replies, "Goodbye, I love you. But I won't miss you." Thanks, bud. Glad to know you'll be ok without me. :)

And here are a few more while I'm at it, though they aren't related to being boys...

D: Mommy, your phone is singing.

D:Kenan, do you know what frusteraded (as he says it) means?

K: ......hmm....this box.

D: No, it is NOT this box. It MEANS I'M ANGRY at you!!

And the next comment which makes me remember how sweet and precious these boys are:

D: Kenan, God made two hands, one head, two eyes, two knees, and one belly. And he made two foots and he made pillows and couches and roads and blankets and tv and rain. And the sun and the moon....and box and bread.