"OK, boys, you may go in the living room, as long as you stay super quiet. Drew is still sleeping, OK?"
It is early this morning, and the boys are done with their morning snuggle. They want to go out into the living room and start playing with the toys, by themselves. They love the independence of being able to go out unsupervised, and I appreciate a few minutes to pee and brush my teeth, well, unsupervised.
All is calm for a while. I am brushing my hair, and can hear their little voices chattering away. Suddenly, Grant seems to get too loud for Ben, and Ben shushes him. However, Ben's shushing is apparently too loud for Grant, and Grant tells him to be quiet. So Ben shushes him. Grant gets louder. "Benja-Ben! You be quiet! You no wake baby Drew!" "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh!" "Benja-Ben, be quiet!" "SHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Back and forth, louder and louder.
"Hey, boys! Please stop. That is not necessary!"
Instant silence. I go back to brushing my hair, wondering if a little baby powder at the roots would count as washing it today. There is suddenly a little boy behind me.
"Mommy?" His baby voice is just stinking adorable.
"Mommy, Ben is the loudest boy ever." He stands so serious, looking up at me with those sweet, deep brown eyes filled with concern for his twin.
"You think Ben is the loudest boy ever?" I ask in the way parents do, repeating the statement to buy time to think of an appropriate response, and to try and keep from bursting out laughing. He stands there still, fiddling with his baby Ted, looking up over his gently furrowed brow in total concentration. "Yes, Mommy, Ben is the loudest boy ever."
Time is not helping me. I cannot think of an appropriate response, but a response is what he is looking for. "You know, buddy, I think you might be right." That's all I can muster, any more words and I will lose it completely. I manage to match the seriousness in his face, as happy at my response, he slowly turns and walks out of the room.
I return to brushing my hair and finally release the laugh that has been just below the surface. It's going to be a fun day.
Very good description of your beautiful child, and his concern for his brother. I just love your blog, Tiff. Thanks for writing it, and yes, it's going to be a fun day...
Yes, already a fun day here too.
I do that so much, repeat what they say....cause I too don't know what to say besides bust out laughing.....total mom response.
Ahh the things to look forward to only mine will likely include girlish screaming. :o)
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