Lay the juice bag on the ground.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Lay on belly.
Lick up the little puddles of juice off the floor....
Until Mommy catches you.
Over breakfast one morning, my three-year-old, deep in thought, looks me in the eye and declares, “Mom, I love you better than boogers.” That, for me, summed up what it's like to be the mother of little boys.