My son, Brooks, is two-years-old. I realize that two-year-old's can be quite difficult. A little moody. Perhaps even grumpy. Quite demanding. And even bossy from time to time. But my little Brooks is unlike any child I have ever met.
He is super particular. For starters, he can't stand to wear underwear. He says they make him cold. But when he's does where underwear (which is rare), he is sure to inform us that his penis always has to go in the pocket of his 'big boy pants'. Due to the fact that he is not a fan of undergarments, he prefers to wear sweat pants on a daily basis. He says they're soft. And, for some reason, he loves button down shirts. Oh, and he insists on wearing hiking boots that are about three sizes too big. The shoes look bigger than his legs. So I hid the shoes in his sisters closet. The one time I hid them in his closet.. he found them. There you have it. Picture a cute little two-year-old with sweat pants, button down shirt, and hiking boots that are entirely too big.
The other thing he's particular about - going to the bathroom. He has to roll up his sleeves to do it. I'm not exactly sure why. But, he will not 'go' unless his sleeves are rolled up. He also has to have the light on, even during the day when the sun is so bright you can't even tell the light is on. It doesn't matter. The light must be on.
He's also a little particular in the food department. He will eat broccoli, just not the top of the broccoli, only the 'bottom', as he calls it. He also has to open his own string cheese packet or you can forget it. And if you give him water - watch out. There's gotta be ice in it.
He makes up for his quirky ways by making me laugh harder than just about anyone, on a regular basis. The things he says, the way he says it, the sweet smile he gives makes my heart melt. He also loves to snuggle and will not fall asleep most nights until I cuddle up with him. "Wanna get unda da covers?" He says. Love it. Love him.
