Signs my boy is turning into a man at age five and 51 weeks…
This morning as twin boy hurtled at hurricane speed from his bed to bathroom sink he looked at me as I stood sleepily brushing my teeth and said;
“I am putting my PJ’s in the wash because I have worn them two nights.”
Keen to avoid the Everest style laundry, I responded that perhaps PJ’s could be made to stretch for at least three nights. Sharp as a knife he returned, “no mummy, you wear your PJ’s for two nights just like you wear your pants for two days; then off to the wash they go.”. Without waiting for a response he pirouetted out of the room.
Later that day whilst kicking back with a glass of milk watching CBeebies with the girls he fidgetted slightly, lifted one leg, emitted a noise like a leaking balloon and a smell like rotting eggs and merely murmured “s’cuse me” without moving his eyes from the TV.
The final proof that my boy will one day be a man came following his nightly wallow in the tub. As he stood proudly drying himself, he let the towel drop, proudly looked at himself from his toes upwards, assumed a triumphant stance and declared to all who could hear…
“I love my willy, I do”