Say Cheese!

A few months ago Isaiah and Caleb got a hold of our old digital camera. They must have thought they struck gold, because immediately they were off, taking close up pictures of their faces, mouths, eyes and other random things in our house.

We should have known though, when their giggles turned to belly laughs and hushed whispers, that something was up. But, as the cliche goes, ignorance is bliss, and that is exactly what Adam and I chose to be as we lounged around that Sunday afternoon, completely ignoring our parental responsibilities.

We were so ignorant, in fact, that we completely forgot what they were doing until later on when Adam noticed the camera sitting on the counter and decided to take a look. As he scrolled through the pictures he realized just what they were laughing so hard about because right in front of him, filling the screen, was a bright white rear-end.

Let me just clarify that this rear-end belonged to one of the boys! However, I don't know which one, and I am not sure that it is necessary to find out anyway.

I can't help but wonder though, why boys are so fascinated with their own body parts? And why do they find it entertaining to expose them (in our house, of course) or secretly leave pictures on our camera just to get a good laugh at the shock/surprise/wonder on our faces?

Now that I think about it, I might as well take it a step further:

When did burping your ABC's become a major accomplishment?

Who taught them that spitting in the air and trying to catch it was cool?

And why is farting in your little brothers face, causing him to cough and spit, worthy of a belly laugh? Actually, I take that back, that one is really funny.

I shouldn't be surprised. After all, I was raised with three brothers. But now that it is my responsibility to raise them into mature men; men who don't burp, spit, fart or expose themselves in public, I feel like I have started off on the wrong foot. But they are really good kids, and I love these little experiences they have given me because it has taught me that one of the most important things you can have when you raise boys is a sense of humor.

That doesn't mean though that I am not expecting a call some day from the school principal saying "do you know what your son did today......"