Are Boys Strong?

I am dressing a small child for a wedding, but have only gotten as far as drying him off after his bath and getting his clothes from the closet......

Small child: Mom, is my pee pee stwong?

Me: Yes, well, I'm not sure, I mean, I don't know, well, its just that, hey do you want to try this shirt on?

Small child: Mom, do you think I have stwong pee pee?

Me: I don't really know what you mean...

Small child: Let me see here......

Small child taking the small white plastic hanger from me and trying to hang it -- with his shirt still on the hanger -- ONTO his little pee pee. It is unsuccessful

Small child: Awww man, it just fell off!

Me not sure what to do

Small child thinking.....

Small child looking for something else that can be hung, and successfully spotting a flashlight with a circular handle

Small child: Lets try this one.... (trying to hang the flashlight handle from his pee pee) Awww maaaaan!! That one didn't work either!!!

Me hoping this creative experiment is drawing to a close

Small child: Mom, can I make my pee pee stronger? Like.... exercise?

Me thanking God no one else is in the room to give him any ideas

Reading Time with Tate

After practicing the "better late than early" reading philosophy with Tate, he has gone from letter-recognition only to third grade reading and comprehension in about 16 months (not that I am counting, right?). Tate can't go anywhere without a stack of books. He is still focused on about 90% WWII aviation history, but he has branched out to armored vehicles, just a bit. There is a little conversation I have with him about once a day, but when I heard Chris incredulously describe having the same interaction this afternoon, I laughed so hard I had to share it with you.

It goes like this:
Tate is curled up alone on the sofa with a pile of WWII Western Front photo history books, softly talking to himself. Sam is busy at the lego table, and Dog Dana is asleep under the dining/kitchen table. Chris approaches Tate after a long night of working at the fire station, holding a cup of coffee and just wanting to spend time with his little buddy. As he moves books out of his way, sinks onto mom's old couch (thanks Mom) and sighs deeply, Tate cuts his eyes and looks a little annoyed.

Chris: "What are you reading there, big guy? What are you learning about this morning?"
Tate: "................."
Chris, trying again: "So, Tate, Daddy missed you soooooooo much. Do you want to hear about the fire we had last night?"
Tate: ............ LOUD SIGH with a mumble "i'm having private reading time"
Chris: "That is great! Let's see what you are reading!"
Tate: "ummmm, dad? I really need to have privacy right now. I can't make up war stories if you are sitting here."
Dana, the 60 lb dog, wanders over and lays at Tate's feet.
Tate: "Well HI Dana! Thats a good girl! Are you going to sit by me?!"
Chris: ????? "So, the dog gets to sit by you... but I can't?"
Tate: "Yep. She doesn't keep trying to talk to me."