(Warning: potty humor ahead)

Earlier this week I was at Target with the kids and we came upon a bin full of wooden holiday signs. They were adorable (and cheap!) and the kids wanted to pick up a few but I told them that we really don’t have room for them. Our house is small and I’m not a huge fan of decorative clutter.

Without missing a beat, Scorch picked up these two sign and told me they could go on the back of the toilet.

When I asked him why in the world we’d put them there, he told me that when you really have to go and you finally can in the privacy of your own home, all you feel is joy.  But when you look down and see what you’ve done, all you can say is “Oh dear…”

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That right there perfectly sums up what life with a 9 year old boy is like. It’s full of potty talk and humor and whip-smart remarks. Scorch is my cuddly one, who will happily sit as close to me as possible and loves to read. He’s kind, sweet and a complete joy. He’s the happiest playing a team sport and will dance in public with me for the fun of it. He’s never met a stranger and will bend your ear off for hours at time about baseball or funny stories.

He’s also gross and disgusting; happy to watch the bathroom scene in Dumb and Dumber over and over and over, laughing until he can’t breath. He’s annoying and is constantly humming, whistling or making some random noises. It’s like living with an infant who just discovered his voice- only this infant comes with smelly feet and makes goat noises over and over and over just to annoy the holy hell out of his sister.

I’m thankful for this kid every second of every day- even when he’s screeching like a pterodactyl at 6:30 in the morning.