Boy Moms Still Rock

I am certain that moms of all girls don't hear or see the following things that I have seen and heard over the last few days:

1. Mason (yelling): "Mom - come feel how cold my butt is."
2. This morning three of my boys (Blake included) had a Vicks Vapor Rub fight. They then tried to eat breakfast, but everything had an odd, minty aroma.
3. After taking all three boys to the doctor, we were headed for the door (finally!) and just when I thought we were all out the door, Mason remembered he hadn't chosen a sticker from the little basket. Max was crying, Marcus was impatient and Mason decided to take his time and browse through E-V-E-R-Y sticker. Marcus got irritated and left just as Mason paused...and passed some very loud gas. And as if that wasn't enough, he looked up and sighed a very long, loud "Ahhhhhh" of relief. I thought the entire waiting room was going to lose it. Fortunately I was wearing my "Boy Moms Rock" t-shirt. At times like that, it illicits a certain amount of understanding and sympathy from onlookers.
4. My van always stinks. Between Mason's crumbs and candy goo, Max's crackers and cheerios and Marcus' "teenager-ness" my van reeks. Boys smell bad.
5. I absolutely love my boys.