I have no idea what it’s going to be like for Barrett once Grin arrives. I have fears that he may feel sad {which he has started sharing with us on occasion: “Barrett sad” or “Happy Barrett”}, jealous or left out of the mix. But really, I hope that he’ll love Baby Grin as much as he currently does. Bobby Gwin {per Barrett} has become a member of our family already. Barrett extends greetings and hugs to Bobby on a regular basis. He doles out bedtime kisses and cuddles via my belly and boobs {yep. my boobs}. He likes to say the proposed baby name game in which we say the names and he repeats saying “Fwed. Bobby Fwed. Fwed the Bobby”. He refers to his former sleeping space as Bobby Gwin’s Gween Woom.
And, on occasion, when asked where baby Grin lives, Barrett has pointed directly to south of my border and smiled while saying “Bobby Gwin”. No joke. I don’t know whether this is an upgrade from the few weeks he spent pointing to my massive milkers when asked about Grin but regardless, it leaves me quite red in the face. I honestly am not sure where he developed this {correct} theory but for this less than two and a half year old, I very quickly redirect his hand to my belly and try to go on about my business.
He seems fond of this mythical Bobby Gwin character. We’ll see what he thinks of the real deal.
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