Girls are cute. They are sugar and spice and everything nice. But I always wanted a boy. A rough and tumble kid. One that would get dirty playing outside. One that would innately know how to make car engines sounds and machine gun noises. One that would run around and get all sweaty.
While Evan is definitely a complicated order. He’s all boy. And I love him because…
He considers soda a treat and loves to bite his straw into oblivion.
He doesn’t like waiting and can be as stubborn as a mule.
His expressions could launch (or sink) a thousand ships.
A simple chocolate chip cookie can put a smile on his face.
A sugar high can make him the funniest or crankiest kid alive.
He loves to make funny faces at the camera and then always wants to see the picture.
But mostly I love him because he’s all boy and he’s all mine.