Archive: The Fine and Right Education of the Young Doctor Benny

Oh my. So, I think the poor little baby is cutting another tooth. She just could not rest all night and there were periods of loud desperate crying and whatnot. Very hard for me and for her too. At 6:28 AM she finally went into a deep sleep and I got up, went to the bathroom, and got back in bed. At approximately 7:15, Stompy McThunder, or as he is known to his fans Benny, came bouncing down the stairs to obliterate what remained of my sanity by stumping around in the room saying, "Come on Mommy, let's go downstairs!" in the loudest whisper I have ever heard. I said to him quietly, "Please go quietly downstairs and I will be right down. Do not, under any circumstances, wake up the baby." Well he continued to canter about and "whisper" at me until the baby was gooooood and awake, and then we all went downstairs. Upon arriving here, I delivered a small and exhausted tirade about how when I ask him to do something, he might consider just doing it, rather than doing an entirely different thing that's specifically engineered to make me completely miserable. Then I came in the office and put the baby in the playpen and sat down. For a while he stayed out in the living room ruminating. Then he came in, VERY VERY solicitous, VERY VERY kind and patronizing and said, "Oh, Mommy. We can do something that will make you feel better! We can type together! Okay, Mommy? Okay?"

Except it sounded in his baby mouth like, "Bedder" and "Togedder" and it just was so sweet and dear that I accidentally forgave all the rest of it.