Three Boys

This weekend, our good friends Jess and Pat and their baby came to visit us.  On Saturday evening, Jess and Pat would be going to a wedding and we'd be seeing how well we manage three boys.  (Verdict:  Two boys are easier than three boys.  Although to be fair, the baby was not the challenge.) 

During the day, Jess and Pat had several errands to run.  As the evening grew closer and they still weren't back, I said to David, "I'm surprised they aren't back yet!  I wonder what time the wedding starts."

Cameron piped up.  "Yep,  They've obviously been caught by the police or something!"

Fortunately, they had not been apprehended and in fact arrived at our house shortly thereafter.  Matthew was thrilled that the baby would be spending the evening with us, as he found this tiny creature fascinating.  "Look, Mama!  Baby has a belly!  Look, Mama!  Baby has ears!  Look, Mama!  Baby has a nose!"  But then, the baby grinned a gummy smile and drooled.  "EEEEWWWWWWW!!!" shrieked Matthew.  "Baby just . . . just kinda . . . spit . . . or someting!"  Matthew was horrified by this behavior but before too long the baby had won him back by rolling over and babbling.

On Sunday morning, the boys lurked near the guest room, reporting on their observations.  "I hear da baby!  He's crying!  Ohhh, he wants his mama."  After a while, it became too much to bear and Matthew begged us to go in their room.

"No Matthew," said David.  "We need to give them their privacy."

Matthew pointed authoritatively at the bathroom and said, with great frustration, "They not IN the privacy, Daddy!"