"Gemma! Hannah! I had um, I got hot choclit meeeeeilk! And I got a bwownie...wif white and red little thingies on the bwownie...like the little canny cane tasty things!"
I got the First Belly Shot!
That first option seems most reasonable... to a mother. But then I hesitated and remembered that motherly tendency to coddle and reign-in the little men that need to stretch out a bit and I think maybe this is one of those trees I need to let him climb? So...like any good mother, would I started cheering and leading the chanting... "Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" (option two?)
Who knows? Maybe I have just foolishly pickled my son to no avail, but when he proudly pulled up his shirt to show off his distended belly and I saw he had acquired his Father's old broken discarded cellphone from somewhere and was proudly wearing it just like a man would, I realized that this was indeed a day of mysterious manly experiments and that this time the Holy Spirit had led me aright. One of those things we females don't understand.) I wish I could add a fifth "wonder" to that verse in that Proverb from the female perspective... (wink)
There are three things which are too wonderful for me, four which I do not understand;
The way of an eagle in the sky,
The way of a serpent on a rock, The way of a ship in the middle of the sea,
And the way of a man with a maid.
[Um...and the way of boys and their self-inflicted pains?]