Yep, He's Male . . .

I drove up to daycare this afternoon and immediately saw Matthew, standing at the fence, watching people unload a big rig moving truck across the street from the playground. He called to me, "Mama! Do you see the big truck?" As if I could miss it -- it was nearly blocking my way into the parking lot. He just stood there, mystified and awestruck that such a big truck was so close.

In the car on the way home, he made "truck noises" including the sound the air brakes made and the backing up beep, beep, beep.

Once we got home, he helped me carry the recycle bin from the curb to its designated place on our back porch. Somehow, it had cracked and Matthew immediately spotted this defect. He said, "Mama! The box is broken! We need tape!" I can only imagine that he meant duct tape . . . due to his Y chromosome. (You may not know, but the Y chromosome carries with it a dominant duct tape gene. He just can't help it. It's genetic.)