Herein Lies the Difference
Not once, in Maddie's little 7-year-life, has she talked about stinky feet. She hasn't joked about it. She hasn't stuck her feet in someone else's face. It's simply not on her radar. I believe it has to do with her gender.
Our first snowfall earlier this week, brought snowball fights on the way to the car with Triston and Jackson. They were LOVIN' it. I mean, to throw snow at me and at each other. Their giggles were as if they had just won the lottery. Happy about snow. Crazy. Very cute. In fact, so much so that other moms buckling their kids into their mini-vans were smiling and laughing at the fun the boys were having.
But the instant, and I do mean IN.STANT. we got to the car, they both, as if on queue, took off every outer layer. Coats. Hats. Mittens. Boots.
AND SOCKS.
And in unison, without prompting each other, they both leaned down and smelled their own feet and proclaimed, "STINKY FEET." And the giggling became squealing. Fits of uncontainable laughter. Loud and unreserved.
And THEN, they decided to put their feet in each others' faces and say, "Smell my STINKY feet." All the while laughing hysterically.
At this point, I was at a loss for what to do. Do I stop the fun? Do I make them quickly get their socks back on? Do I just LET them shove their feet in their bff's faces? What's a mommy to do? I mean. I didn't know. This was the first for this behavior and quite frankly, it took me aback.
So when in doubt, when you don't know what to do, I say just join in the fun. I mean, it really was hilarious, hearing their belly-laughter got me to giggling. Which, as you can imagine, made them "perform" all the more. And it went on the whole way home.
Boys and girls. Herein lies the difference.
Our first snowfall earlier this week, brought snowball fights on the way to the car with Triston and Jackson. They were LOVIN' it. I mean, to throw snow at me and at each other. Their giggles were as if they had just won the lottery. Happy about snow. Crazy. Very cute. In fact, so much so that other moms buckling their kids into their mini-vans were smiling and laughing at the fun the boys were having.
But the instant, and I do mean IN.STANT. we got to the car, they both, as if on queue, took off every outer layer. Coats. Hats. Mittens. Boots.
AND SOCKS.
And in unison, without prompting each other, they both leaned down and smelled their own feet and proclaimed, "STINKY FEET." And the giggling became squealing. Fits of uncontainable laughter. Loud and unreserved.
And THEN, they decided to put their feet in each others' faces and say, "Smell my STINKY feet." All the while laughing hysterically. At this point, I was at a loss for what to do. Do I stop the fun? Do I make them quickly get their socks back on? Do I just LET them shove their feet in their bff's faces? What's a mommy to do? I mean. I didn't know. This was the first for this behavior and quite frankly, it took me aback.So when in doubt, when you don't know what to do, I say just join in the fun. I mean, it really was hilarious, hearing their belly-laughter got me to giggling. Which, as you can imagine, made them "perform" all the more. And it went on the whole way home.Boys and girls. Herein lies the difference.