I know I’ve done this before, but it’s funny and my kids are bigger, so I’m doing it again.
You might be a Mom of boys if…
You know exactly how many grapes can fit in the mouths of each of your children.
You have discovered glasses tattooed (in marker) to your 7-year-old’s butt, or butt cheeks are considered an appropriate surface for art in your house.
You have a working chainsaw, multiple assault weapons, and creatures with names like “Skull Slicer,” all made out of Legos.
You have found your 12-year-old naked, in broad daylight, jumping on the trampoline.
You routinely hear words like wiener, ding dong, poop, fart, balls.
You have things like live crickets, Legos and towel hangers that look like dog butts in your bathroom.
You find the words poop or pee on your grocery list if you wander away from your children for more than ten seconds.
You have a daily time limit set on the Minion Fart Gun.
Your kids consider the saying, “No shirts, no shoes, no service” as an invitation to go into a store without pants.
You have ever uttered any of the following words,
“Blueberries don’t go in your toes.”
“Your bike doesn’t have testicles.”
“Please don’t vacuum your bunnies.”
“Take the drumstick out of your nose.” (to anyone older than five)
“No, Owen does not have two penises.”