Last week, when the weather was deceivingly warm, I took the boys over into our orchard in the hopes of obtaining some natural looking posed pictures (!). Of course, Gun-Gun's reply was, "No cheese, Momma!" and C-dub just growled back a response when I demanded he look at me, just one..more...time. However, the temptatation to stop and spit off the bridge did allow me to grab a few shots without them realizing the cute pictures I was taking.

What is it with little boys and heights? What pushes them towards the need to either spit, or even worse, pee from high elevations, just to watch their bodily secretions splatter on the rocks below? Is it a power thing? Or is it just a gross little habit passed down among the male population? I remember Uncle R (being around seven or eight), and another neighborhood boy (just a little younger), climbing trees and acosting anything that happened to walk under their habitat. Maybe they were just marking their territory like a pair of tomcats - I certainly never understood it but it was certainly fun to narc them out to my dad. I was sadistic little child - especially when it came to torturing Uncle R.

I admit, Hubby and I probably didn't help too much with our boy's fondness of this activity - especially when we originally potty-trained C-dub. In order to attrack him to the toilet, we allowed him to pick his "victim." Whatever little food item that would float (Cheerios, Fruit Loops, mushrooms, etc.) and could be easily flushed, fell prey to the "super duper pooper" that C-dub quickly became during potty-training. He became spot on with his shooting skills. It was truly a proud parenting moment that I'm sure we'll reproduce when Gun-Gun is ready to be a big boy.