Now that I’ve stopped congratulating myself for growing a penis and E has stopped running around yelling “I breed warriors!!!!” the reality of having a boy is setting in. I don’t know anything about boys. They’re loud and dirty and pee on you while you’re trying to change their diapers. It isn’t so much that I don’t get to buy pretty dresses, lace socks and tiny Mary Janes – I’ll have a girl eventually. I’m just completely unfamiliar with small boys. I’ve never been a small boy, I don’t know how their minds work. Luckily my baby has boy cousins to play with. Oh yeah, and a FATHER who was a small boy at one point (and still acts like one on occasion) and should be able to relate.