There's something different about this one

When I found that Edwin would be Edwin and not Little Princess, everyone told me to watch out because boys are different than girls. I know that they're different, as my father showed me at the tender age of five after I questioned whether they had perhaps gotten confused. So I've been looking for some more differences other than purely anatomical.

In our house, when someone breaks wind, we don't comment and if the offending party feels like it, they ask to be excused. Today Sophia passed gas, said 'Scuse me,' and continued playing.

Today as I was getting Edwin dressed for bed, he too passed gas. He can't say excuse me, so instead gave me a huge smile and then giggled while kicking in delight. Heaven help us, there's now a little boy in the house.