ALL boy...

My boy is ALL boy.

You love:
When I gag changing your poopy diapers. Really. You laugh.
When I sing a POOP POOP POOPYPANTS song and you lose your mind cracking up.
Throwing things. HARD.
Cars. The louder/faster the better.
Wrestling.
Making whatever object in your hand "fight" the object in my hand.
Getting a "handle on things" as GrandDad calls it, whenever you can access it.
and
Taking a big drink of milk or water and then saying, "AAaahhhhh". (though I am to blame for teaching you that!)

I love you, my boy.