When Tom and I got together, I gained a daughter and a son. I already had a daughter, so that was nothing new, and surely a little boy couldn’t be that different, right?
WRONG
It was like Ethan and I spoke different languages. Tom had to translate sometimes and explain to me what Ethan was talking about.
I had to learn how to navigate the boy toy aisles at the toy store. They are scary and dark compared to the pretty pink aisles I was used to... and what the heck are half those things? All I know is the word “mega” and “battle” are used in the boys aisles a lot!
It’s been 3 years now, and I am learning the ropes. I figured out what a Bakugan was and I know which wrestlers are cool (kinda)... I even know some wrestling moves (not how to do them, just what they are called).
For instance, when my daughter said this the other day “I’m going to give your teddy an attitude adjustment right down the stairs” I knew that she was playing wrestling with Ethan because an “attitude adjustment” is John Cena’s finishing move... not bad, eh?
So, when I said to Tom the other night that I was going to pull out my secret chocolate stash, but I wanted to hold off because I knew Ethan was going to want to come down to brag about his latest bowel movement, Tom said “You’re starting to understand boys”.
It only took a few years... and I still don’t really get it, but I do accept it.
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