Boys Will Be Boys

If you look up the word ornery in the dictionary, you'll most likely find a picture of my little boy. I knew one of these days we'd see an ornery side of Noah, because let's face it, he is just like his Daddy {love you Josh}. Well that day has arrived, and is here in full force. And guess who is getting the worst of it? You guessed it... Einstein! The passive, defenseless little Einstein. Poor, poor doggy. And I'm afraid, terribly afraid, this is just the beginning of Einstein's torture.

Let's start with Einstein's bone. Einstein loves chewing on his bone, um, when he actually has it. You see, Noah thinks it's fun to take Einstein's bone away from him. Between you and me, it's actually quite comical watching Noah carry Einstein's bone all over the house while Einstein follows at his heels. Noah will stand in front of Einstein and either a.) hold the bone up in the air so he can't reach it or b.) throw the bone at Einstein's face {which only happened once because he got in big, big trouble for doing that}. I know, poor Einstein!

It doesn't matter how many times we've said "No, that is not yours, Noah" or the countless times we've taken the bone and given it back to Einstein, Noah is downright determined to take Einstein's bone away from him.

Today while I was at work, I received a picture {a very funny one indeed} from Josh on my phone. This what what I saw:

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw the picture. {Sorry about our ghetto computer. Noah actually pulled the front panel off.} Noah put Einstein's bone on top of the computer, so Einstein couldn't reach it. Imagine that.

Goodness gracious! What am I going to do with this little boy? Before we know it Noah is going to be lassoing Einstein and riding him like a horse.

Oh dear me, I guess I am in a house full of testosterone. Boys will be boys, right?