too much testosterone

My sweet little boy came up to me a moment ago, and said: “mom, would you please carry me to bed, pleeeeeeease?” Anyone who has met this kid understands his charm. And me, all sentimental and such, picks him up each time he asks, wondering if it will be the last. He’s just so heavy. But I do, and lovingly sniff his sweaty-boy head as we wander to his room.

And then: “Mom, I can fart better than dad.”