Love, the way boys show it -is usually in the form of headlocks, farting on each other or running and giving their mother a random hug. Beefy, our two year old, wakes up before his brothers.
Me: "Let's wake up the boys, go get 'em!"
Beefy: "Yesh..."
He toddles into Drama's room and delivers an eye poke.
Drama: "MO-OM! He poke -"
Me: "It's still there. Can it. Don't forget to brush your teeth."
Beefy is delighted with his mission, heads to Pottymouth's room. "JAAAAAAA!!!" and crawls up on the bed, all fat baby arms and with the gentleness of a herd of wild buffalo, hugs Pottymouth.
Pottymouth: "Hey, baby..did you sleep good? Oh, hey Mom. Check out this shi-"
Me: "Not now, time to get up."
Beefy then heads to Type A's room - barrels in, smacks him on the ass and runs. It must be little brother instinct or something to hit big brother..
Type-A: "AH!!! MOM!"
Me: "Good morning! Aren't little brothers great?"
Type-A: "Ha.Ha. Mom. Is there coffee?"
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