Boys will be boys

We've been at Gigi and Pop pop's house for a few days now. Max hasn't felt too great. He had a cold and has been up in the middle of the night a few times. I'm starting to realize what a "boy" he is. When I used to see little boys with a snotty nose and food all over their face I would think to myself that my son would never look like that. But 8 months later I realize that it is impossible to keep him clean. He pushes my hand away and cries when I try to wipe his face and is so good at keeping my hand away. He constantly has a snotty nose, food on his face and his clothes, food in his hair, stuff in his ears. Plus he always has all these scratches on his face and looks like he was in a fight. Hes just a mess and getting to be such a boy. The other day I was actually embarrassed at how he looked with oatmeal in his hair, sweet potatoes on his sock, and his shirt didn't even match his pants because I thought something was black and then when I got outside I realized it was navy. Oh well I guess boys will be boys. Imagine how upset I'll be when he goes outside to play and comes back tracking mud all over the house.