Our two-year-old is a little guy. Sometimes it seems he is the same size now as when he came out.
He is also beloved by his older brothers and they take great pride in teaching him new things.
One of these new things he learned was shown to his father just the other day.
Sneezy came into the room with one of my dolls. There is no cause for concern, though, because what came next was definitely a male thing.
He grabbed it by the neck and in his little, baby chipmunk voice said, "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me!"
He proceeded to punch it in the face, throw it on the floor, and stamp on it with all his might.
Knowing this was not a particular bloodthirsty action he taught his son, Doc couldn't decide if he was shocked or proud. Of course, he didn't have to decide for very long and out came the usual guffaw of delight when his sons prohibit overt manliness.
Sneezy's two oldest brothers exhibited great male pride as they informed me that it was them who had shown Sneezy what's what.
After all, what else is a boy supposed to do when he sees a frilly, little doll?