Holy cow, can you imagine him as a teenager?

My boy is absolutely adorable. And sweet. And loving.

And truly an individual. In all aspects of his life.

Case in point . . . his sleeping habits.

Every night, when Sarge and I are going to bed and we do the nightly check on our younguns’, we discover our boy in some odd position. Ironically, the night this picture was taken, he was in a very traditional position. As in head at the top, feet pointing toward the bottom.

But he had his sheet completely untucked from his bed and wrapped around his body and his head. I mean, seriously, how can he breathe?

Every day is an adventure with him.

Yesterday, while Sarge was at work and my girl was out with her girl scout peeps, my boy and I were spending some quality time together. During this fabulous mother/son time, he started telling me about how he is the leader of all the first grade boys at his school. He also told me about the girl was the leader of the first grade girls. He went on to elaborate about how he and the girl leader had a contest on the monkey bars. The first one to make it across was the winner.

He went on to expand the story with more details about how they had to do the monkey bar race a few times and how he won by tricking the girl. He told me about how he told her to look at something and when she did, he beat the pants off her.

Being the good mom I am, I kept questioning him about the whole “leader” thing. This story about him being “in charge” just didn’t sound right but he kept sticking to his guns. Even when I asked about how he was appointed leader, he gave me a very suspicious line about a vote being held. He threw in John McCain’s and Barack Obama’s names in regard to their voting process but (even more so after his explanation) I was still completely unclear about what he was telling me.

Tonight, my girl, my boy and I went in the hot tub tonight. As we relaxed, we were discussing their days at school. My boy let us know that he did the monkey bars four times today. Being still doubtful about our previous conversation, I asked him again about the “leader” thing.

And he tells me, “Mommy, I’m not really the leader. I just made that up.”

I sat there stunned. He was so convincing.

I really should have listened to my instincts. The clincher as to what I am going to have to deal with as he gets older was his closing statement on the conversation: “Tricked you!”

I swear I don’t know where he comes up with these things.

So to torment him as he has tormented me . . .

This is my son’s bottom.

See that wound on his back? Well, it never seems to heal as he keeps falling down and busting his buns.

For all his trickiness towards his poor mother, well, I have the ultimate revenge.

He inherited my clumsiness.

So HA!