That's right. Ben needs his Mama.

 

Yesterday, I dropped him off at school at 9:00. Didn't see him again until 6:15. His friend, Mrs. M, picked him up from school, took him home with her son and daughter. She gave them snack. She drove three boys and her daughter to a birthday party. Then took four boys (or half the team) and her daughter from the birthday party to soccer practice. She made sure all four of those boys changed into shorts, put on their shinguards, socks, and cleats, and had fresh water. Then she brought three boys (and her daughter) home.

 

I say, God bless friends like Mrs. M.

 

Ben says, "I never spent any time with you today and I didn't like it."

 

Then he sat on me. For an hour. OK, OK, maybe only 10 minutes but when a boy who weighs 70 pounds sits on your thigh with his bony butt, it feels like an hour.

 

And I'm not even exaggerating about the 70 pounds part.