The Husband: Did you just call The Baby “Bill”?
The Husband: Is there a reason you are calling The Baby by the name of Bill?
K: I don’t know. That’s what The Boy is calling him today.
The Husband: His name isn’t Bill.
K: (so thankful that THAT clarification was made because I was confused) I know his name isn’t Bill. But he is only responding to the name “Bill” today so I’m going with it.
I swear to you. When The Baby gets up in the morning, his brother greets him with “Your name is (insert name of the day).”
The Baby then responds to whatever his name is that day. Two days ago he was “Toby.” I don’t know why The Boy picked “Toby” and I don’t know why The Baby actually responded to the name “Toby.” All I know is that he won’t listen otherwise. He has also become the full-time gas attendant for both The Boy’s tricycle AND his Big Boy Bike. The Boy rides precariously close to his brother’s appendages, yells “FILL HER UP” and The Baby leans over as if he is filling the imaginary gas tank.
Every single time.
It’s bizarre, frankly. And this bond these two already have? I’m sure they will be using their powers for good. Really I am.