ROTF!!! (your son)
My daughter was much like yours. But my son?
When my son was three and still messing himself, I had to imagine him being 30 years old, on the top floor of a beautiful building, at the head of a long executive table, dressed in an Armeni suit, with 20 other executives, grunting, with his face turning red. I would burst out laughing, and then say to myself, “This, too, shall pass!”
Boys will be boys. My son is very sucessful now. But there were times that I thought, he will never grow up.
You two are too funny! My daughter was the same way—do it meself! My boys.... I can see my guys at the head of the table...