When you share a bathroom with Dinosaurs....

you know you are a mother of boys...when you find yourself sharing a kitchen table with a jar full of cicadas and crickets and getting excited about the discovery of a stick-like bug...you know you are the mother of boys...When you go anywhere in a public place and before even setting foot out of the car the repeat the following...no burping, no farting, no fighting, no yelling, no climbing, no running, etc etc...you know you are the mother of boys...when you pick up your digital camera only to find that somone has used it to take pictures of the toilet, his brothers butt, his own butt, the tires on the car, a few other unknown objects...then you must be the mother of boys...If you can answer yes to most of these questions, then I sympathize completely. God bless you :)