The Swimmy and Benjamin are five years apart in age. In other ways as well, but when it comes to the 2 1/2 hours after school they are never apart. They are always together.
Always. This is Benjamin’s choice.
Benjamin must be with The Swimmy wherever she goes. If she’s in my bedroom. HE must be in my bedroom. If she runs into the kitchen, HE runs into the kitchen. If she is in the bathtub, by G-d he wants in the bathtub, too.
This is cute for about 17 minutes. And then?
“Mommy! Benjamin has my water bottle!”
“Swimmy, you haven’t wanted that water bottle in 3 days. Now he has it and you want it. Ain’t workin’ that way.”
“Mommy! Benjamin hit me!”
“Swimmy, he didn’t hit you. He wants you to play and doesn’t have the words so he’s trying to get your attention. Play g-ddamnit!”
(okay, that last part was in my head.)
“Mommy! I don’t want to read this book to Benjamin!”
“Swimmy, for the love of G-d, could you please read him the book one time? I have got to go to the bathroom. And drink.”
(again, in my head.)
“Mommy! Benjamin has your Blackberry!”
“Benjamin! Bring me my toy, please. Thaaaaannnnkkkk you.”
(*checks to make sure he didn’t email jibberish or a snide email to CEO*)
(*realizes child has grown YET AGAIN and finds higher shelf to store technology*)
“Mommy! Benjamin is grabbing at my school folder!”
“How might you solve that problem?”
“Moving it away from him.”
“Good idea. Or you could go upstairs and read instead.”
“But then I wouldn’t be with him.”