All Boy

We were strolling through the Evanston Farmer’s Market the other day. Why? Because if you don’t attend at least one hippie dippie thing per week they make you move back to Chicago.

Anyhoo, I was stopped by this lovely elderly couple blocking the path of our stroller. The woman peered at Elijah and said, “I just had to tell you. That is the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”

I said, “Duh, lady. You know what else? Water is wet.”

She looked at him for a second and asked, “Is it a boy or a girl?”

I smacked myself in the face and the older gentleman said, “Boys aren’t supposed to be that good looking. Boys are supposed to be ugly.”

What the old people didn’t know, is if they spent five minutes with him they’d know he was all boy. Why? Scatological humor.

He has the purely boy love of laughing at farts. If he happened to eat soy beans the night before, as required by Evanston Township, he can occupy himself for hours with the fart/laugh/fart/laugh combo.

He also has discovered the cornerstone of scatological humor, the word “Poo.” When Grover does his business, when dad closes the bathroom door, when there is more than three pounds in his diaper, he says the magic word. Except when he says it, it’s with reverence. It’s more like, “Peewh.”

So peewh on anyone who thinks he’s a girl.

p.s. We went to the Lincoln Park Zoo today. And in the middle of the chicken area, we found the perfect logo for HamannEggs.