I have said it before and I’ll say it again “raising boys is so different than raising girls.”  My girls played outside but I don’t remember them excavating the back yard with a bob the builder scoop toy.  Or instead of playing “with” stuffed toys trying to “kill” soft toys.  Just the other day I spotted my nephew (aged 3) hunched over something in the back yard. Upon inspection I realised he was playing with a fresh dog poo.  I called out his name and startled him, jumping off the ground he looked at me.  I said “don’t play with dog poo” to which he replied “it’s alright I have a stick.”  Sure enough there it was…poo on a stick!

Is it a coincidence that a finger fits into a nostril?  Children seem to discover this fact very early on in life.  I read that it’s a natural developmental stage, children explore their bodies.  What if you add a sense of humour into the equation?  Let me tell you what happens.  You see, my nephew (as cute as a button) has a habit of sticking both index fingers up both nostrils if you tell him to get his finger out of his nose.  He does this with a cheeky little smile and a giggle to match.  Then he likes to try to touch you with his finger afterward….his sense of humour coming to the surface.  He is almost three and I’m sure he will lose the fascination with his nose, then again maybe not.   Last night he graduated this little comedy routine up to the next level.  My husband and I squealed like little girls when my nephew bent over and stuck his finger up his bum then promptly removed it to chase us.  Exploration of the body is one thing, being hunted down by a toddler with a “poo” finger is quite the other!