Yes, my boy is quirky.
When we go out, anywhere at all, he needs to step on the sewer grates. Every. Single. One. He can spot a sewer grate at the other end of a parking lot the size of a football field. It doesn't matter if it's raining or 20 below, he's got to step on those sewer grates.
He's getting taller, tall enough that he can see out the window in the van. He can now spot sewer grates in the road and he'll shout at every one of them. "Mommy!! Sewer!!!"
When we get dressed he likes to play a game. It's called 'stick everything that doesn't belong in that hole, into that hole" So when putting on pants he needs to first pretend to stick both hands in the one leg hole and then his head and my job is to say "Ha ha, you're so funny"
He loves dress up. In particular he loves the pink cheetah high heel shoes. He also loves the doll stroller. But now dolls allowed. I guess that's not manly enough.
When we're in the bathroom and it's time to flush the toilet, he needs to life both the lid and the toilet seat before flushing it. Kind of gross but it's his thing. He also need to put the plug in the sink when washing.
When we're out for walks he needs to hit post boxes. "Bang Bang Mommy!" He also needs to hit pillars at the mall or WalMart. Why? I don't know, it's fun for him. He just wants to give them a slap. "Bang Bang Mommy!"
I'm sure these silly little habits will wear themselves out but for now I think they're kind of sweet. My quirky little boy.
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