A Night Out with my Boys

I often do things with the girls.

If Charlie is given the choice, he will choose to stay with Eric 99% of the time.

That bothers me but there is always an ebb and flow when it comes to who prefers who at any

given time. For a long time, he only wanted me and I remember how frustrating that could get.

I have to remind myself that it's natural for each kid to have a different preference and that

those preferences can change at the drop of a hat. With that said, I end up doing a lot of

activities with the girls because Charlie doesn't want to do "girl" stuff with me.

But tonight, to my delight, he chose me over staying home to play with Eric.

He wanted to do something with me and his cousins.

We decided burgers and shakes would be fun and he'd never been to Bob's Big Boy

so that's where we went with the boys. No girls were allowed. Not even poor little Ella...lol.



It's a whole different dynamic, being with boys.

It's all about grossness, loudness, throwing french fries, cars, and eating contests.

Mixing ranch and ketchup, putting salt in each other's shake, and to my dismay, a few burps and farts.

We used to go to Bob's all the time when I was a kid. My grandfather brought us and my dad too, after

church on Sundays. I used to love to climb on the jolly little chubby guy outside the restaurant.

Here's where the gross factor falls into place. There were dares and incentives to Charlie eating a

little concoction that Richie came up with. Thanks god, in the end, Charlie said his stomach

hurt too much at the thought of eating it and the promised Lego's weren't enough to sway him.

and then came the giggles, where Richie laughed himself into a coughing fit that made him cry.

Very funny, and very nice to hear them laughing and enjoying themselves.

I love spending time with my little guys and getting to know them better. We were only missing little Mark.

It's nice to be wanted sometimes, even if it's by a bunch of boys

doing what boys love to do...be gross.