He is such a boy.
He smells funny. His room smells like a puppy dog. He leaves candy wrappers on his freshly washed sheets. He hates fixing his hair. He hates taking a shower. He gets a kick out of peeing outside. He cannot dress himself without looking absurd. He cannot stay clean for more than a two hour stretch. I swear he does something every single day that reminds me of my brothers growing up.
One day he's going to tower over me. That thought makes me smile.
Though he'll most likely still like peeing outside.
I love having them. Even if they do smell a little gross.