Who's there?

Jack is becoming very...testosterone-y. He likes to punch, hit, wrestle, pinch, slap, bonk and slam every body part of his into every body part of mine. Including the more accessible (and sensitive!) ones. Today as I was helping him put on his shoes to go and play outside, he thumped his head against my head twice and said, "Knock-knock self-help!" WTF?

The other night, much to my father's delight, Jack slipped and grabbed at my shorts as he was falling and successfully pantsed me. Luckily I had on granny panties and all anyone got was a shot of ugly flowers. My father laughed so hard I thought that his head would pop off. My parents get SO much joy out of the torture that that their grandchild imposes on ME. Yeah, the hugs and buying presents are great, but seeing your kids experience the awkward, frustrating, embarrassing and disgusting parts of parenthood for themselves is apparently pure ecstasy. I feel bad that Dan's parents aren't getting a first-hand view of the hell that his son is putting him through--I know that it makes motherhood completely worth it for me!