>> You see a digger, large truck or airplane and exclaim loudly about its existence. You do this even when your son is not around.
>> Your son has peed behind a tree in a park. You have pretended not to notice. Whilst pretending not to notice, you were very grateful for the convenience.
>> You have an encyclopaedic knowledge of at least one (if not all) these things: Dinosaurs, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Lego (in all its franchised forms), Star Wars, Skylanders, Super Heroes (DC & Marvel).
>> You say this a lot: Oh, they are pretty full on when they are little but I reckon girls are harder than boys as teenagers. You fervently hope it’s true.
>> You understand the intense comic value of the following words: poo, bum, wee, fart, bottom.
>> For those with only boys, you look through the baby girls clothes in shops with undisguised envy. When a friend has a baby girl you buy them the pinkest, frilliest, sparkliest thing you can find. You think seriously about whether your baby boy could wear ruffles on his bum.
>> You understand just how early a male’s obsession with their penis begins. Hint: Birth.
>> You have banned toy guns from the house. Your son chews his morning toast into the shape of a gun and chases his brother with it.
>> You are on the receiving end of the worlds best hugs.