Isaac recently started asserting his 2-year-old masculinity. After his shower, he likes to play tug-of-war with the towel and yes, he growls. He also "helps" me push my workout equipment back into the closest (and by that I mean, he makes grunting noises as if he's working really hard). And he doesn't say "I love you," he says, "niiiiiice." I've got to love it while I've got it, because I'm only a coin-toss away from the little boy at the soccer game who refuses to kiss his mommy.
Even so, I'm so happy I had a boy instead of a girl.
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