You know you have a boy when...

instad of walking through the garage that is covered with sand/gravel/dirt from the roads he says "I'm gonna sit" and when you say "oh no" he scoots along the garage floor on his butt, then gets up on his knees and walks on those a while, then crawls, and then finally, just for good measure, rubs his dirty hands through his hair.

You know you have a boy when....

you say it's time to go to Target and he says "o.k" and  shuts off the DVR, the reciever and the TV (which by the way does NOT have a button, but instead a general area you need to lightly touch).

You know you have a boy when....

from the other room you hear a crash, a gasp from Dad and yet he refuses to tell you what Monkey boy just did because "he's fine, don't worry."