Toddler boy

Sometimes I look at my 21 month old and ask, "Coleman, what is it like being a little boy, huh? What are you thinking about?" I just wonder sometimes what it's like being a toddler. How do they feel about the world around them? What's going on in those little heads of theirs? Well, I guess my answers about what it's like being a boy toddler came the other day when I realized a few things about their world. This is what I imagine my little boy thinks (and would tell me if he could) most of the time.

*Why walk when you can stomp, run, roll, jump, dance, and go backward?

*Why keep white walls white when they can be crayola colored?

*Why sit still on a chair when it can be pushed over, rocked, jumped on, pushed through the house, and crawled under?

*Why watch cartoons when there are beds to jump on, electrical outlets to ruin, computer buttons to mash, toilets to drink water out of, cell phones to break, hair combs, brushes, rubber bands, toothbrushes, and makeup to lose in the abyss that must exist in my home?

*Why drink milk from a cup when you can watch it pour out and make cool wet spots on the carpet and tile?

*Why eat food when it can become a ball, a car, or a pliable mound of shapes?

*Why leave the laundry folded nicely when it can be pulled down and strewn around the house and played on like play-time mats?

I think my sons life must be pretty fun. I have to admit, jumping on beds IS fun! I don't think he worries about anything as long as he's able to use something for the purpose it was not intended for.