My Handsome Engineer and I were having a conversation the other day. And as we listened to Lil Bit (2nd grade) chat on the phone with a friend ("If every year gets more exciting, can you imagine how awesome THIRD grade is going to be?!?! We will get to write whole stories in cursive!!" she is a nerd, but we love her to death), we watched Drill Bit push his wagon around the room, slamming it into walls and furniture at every opportunity.
And two universal truths were made evident in our home:
Girls like to talk.
Boys like to crash things.
I have also learned that boys like to fall down or jump off of things.
This means that Drill Bit has, in less than a year and a half of existence had more bloody lips than his sisters together have in their combined 12 years.
They don't seem to bother him, much though.