You Know you have sons when...

You walk into the bathroom and are greeted by...a large toy gun. A gun, that I DID NOT purchase for my son. Nor, was it one I approved of. My boys, of course, think it's the best thing since sliced bread.

There is always a pile of dirt, somewhere in your house. I sat on the boys bedroom floor tonight to read a book and was greeted by a nice sandy pile...from what - I don't know.

You have trains and Hotwheel cars everywhere. The van, the diaper bag and even my purse!

You can always find my brush and hairspray - something that I know my mother never had the luxury of - with 4 daughters!

There are rocks sitting on your counter. It has been there for almost a week. It's a "souvenir" I was told, brought home for me, from the ongoing construction on our road. Daddy took them for a walk while I was at work and Sammy brought it home for me. Sweet thought....

You can NEVER find a screw driver...never! What they do with them, I don't know, but they take them somewhere.....

You find a rubber mallet in my van. Why????

You overhear conversations between your boys about bodily functions.

You actually catch your children having a "pee race" - let your mind wander and that's what it is.

You have to break your child of the "peeing outside" habit.

You've taken a child or three home from church soaking wet because the puddles in the parking lot were just too tempting.

You never have children with clean fingernails...it's impossible.