E & his Homies

My boy E has got some serious homies.
My first instinct when looking at my two oldest children would be that Kendall would have the super tight inserparable BFF. I suppose my instinct led me to this conclusion because this is what I had, however as this child continues to grow I am quickly realizing her and I REALLY differ on personality traits and as a result the two of us will have bruises on our foreheads for many years to come. Kendall as her friends, but there is a ton of them, and she can adapt well and make a new self entitled friend even in the mc donalds play castle.

I am admittedly a total people watcher and so it is only fitting that I also hone in on my children also. And not because I'm their mother and that's my job, puhlease. Sometimes I think it's kind of funny to just watch them interact with others when they don't know I am. Kind of like that whole bug on a wall theory. Speaking of...man...would totally love that skill when I become a super hero.

E, as I have said before, is pretty quiet...he kind of flies under the radar. Mad props to him. He is a man of few words and will typically ask when conversing with me when we are going to stop talking to each other.  I adore knowing the inside of that little head because his facial expressions tell such stories when you know what they mean. I love the fact that the chosen few buddies he lets into his head and his little world are  just as endearing.

Speaking of, one just knocked on my door and zipped in. A brief nod of the head, a quiet, 'my mom said its ok to come and play if its ok with you,' I nod in agreement because that is the cool code for boys that don't talk a lot to other people except for each other, and he makes a mad dash to the playroom to find his BFF.

'WHAT'S UP SUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!'

No joke, that is how they just greeted each other. All loud  They also must have picked up some controllers on the way by because I hear...

'You're losing today.'
'You wish, I'm totally more better then you.'
'You wish.'
'No, you do.'
'No, you.'
'No, you.

It's incredibly stimulating.

I was watching E with his buddies today at a pre kindergarten Valentines Party. He has two of his closest friends in all the land in his class with him right now. Boys are seriously some strange creatures. I have never had a brother, so Ethan is my first experience of closely watching a little boy grow. They all bump into each other and shove, and then laugh. They race round playing some made up game where the rules are changing constantly....'this chair is base....oh and now this easel is too....and if I am holding this pencil, you can't come after me, no not that pencil, this exact one in my hand.' They give each other high fives and mumble each other intermittently about who just won who on mario kart that morning. And the three of them are so very much alike, it was seriously uncanny. I'm not sure how they know what they are supposed to be doing if not much talking goes along with the play, but the day. With the occasional, 'o.k. so pretend I'm like Hulk Smash and you are Juggernaut and we have to beat him because he is releasing the aliens into the zoo....ok, so pretend this shoe is like some super sonic throwy thing that knocks down the bricks to save that guy in there.'

But then again, I am pretty sure that that is how having a best friend works. They just kind of get each other, there doesn't need to be much conversing at times. The same things are funny to each of them, the same things are want to be played, the same things are unimportant. I watched boys and some girls get near them yesterday at school like I was watching a pack of gorillas in the wild or something. I watched others come and play with them for a bit, and then just bop onto the next great activity, but these boys are tight, they aren't going anywhere unless the others are cool with it...so if B wants to sit and play with the k'nex all morning,well then E & E are too. It might just be me but I totally love how they get the ins and outs of being a friend. Ethan will eat a snack at school that he doesn't even like because B brought it from home, and he wouldn't want to hurt B's feelings by saying he didn't like it.

So I think these little men are awesome. I look at them and want to squeeze them for having my boy's back when I can't, or am not cool enough because I talk to much, or want to snuggle him to death and it's just not a good time...but that's not cool to have your mom hug your friends...I get it, suckers.

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