It's at times like these that I'm thankful I have boys...

I was talking on the phone with Nina when Stellan came into the kitchen and announced, "We're just going to cut our hair with these scissors". I like how he makes an announcement even though I know it follows the act that he has already committed.
I grabbed the scissors from his hand and literally ran to the dining room where I found Jameson brushing off the stray hairs from his shirt. I found two clumps (although rather small) of hair, one that he just brushed off and one in the living room. I did a quick head check and noticed that there was a small clump that was noticeably shorter than the rest, right on top of his head. I did a quick hair smooth-down and it was hidden pretty well. I then did a quick check on Stellan to find all hairs in tact.
Again, I'm glad to have boys. Imagine walking in to find a clump of long hair strewn across the floor? Heck, if it was bad enough I could have just buzzed off all of his hair.

Potty Talk

When we were in the airport a few weekends ago I took Stellan with me into the washroom. He took care of business first then it was my turn. He looked at me and asked, "Why don't you pee standing up like me and daddy?". I replied that mommies don't pee standing up. "Oh, your penis is broken Mommy?"

Tinkle Tango

Mommy: "Stellan, do you need to go pee?"

Stellan: "No."

Jameson: "He's dancing."

Stellan: "I'm just dancing to the music."

Uh....what music?