I know some of you don't have little boys, or even little boys who are almost three. Some of you have already experienced this strange phenomenon that resembles a torrential river of emotions, or what some have decribed as
the testosterone surge. We don't even have the excuse of it being a sugar high. When these waves of, um, sheer wackiness emerge, we often stand back and observe with eyebrows raised and heads cocked to one side (and, lucky for Mommy, a camera to document this event for posterity).

It all begins with a little of this.

And, then it swoops in like a tornado.

And, then there is a tensing of every muscle in the body....

And, then denial sets in. "What you talkin' 'bout Mommies."
No. He doesn't say that. But, he has been known after one of these bouts to say, "What happened?"