Well when it comes to boys and the letter R it should include running, rocks and rats. YES!, , you heard me right RATS!! Because when Charlie was only 2 years old I had laid down on my bed as my head was hurting and Charlie  was playing in our backyard. When I heard him walk into my room and say mommy I brought you something and it was a “DEAD RAT”!! Which Charlie proceeded to put it on my bed. Let me tell you I am afraid of rats both dead and alive.  I “FREAKED” out and when I say “FREAKED OUT”  I mean “FREAKED OUT”!! I locked myself…