While I was submersed in a book with my ears open, the boys were watching a show that featured the cartoon boys pretending to be bears. Sean came up to me, smiled, and growled at me, throwing his arms out as claws. I mocked a scream and yelled, oh, no, a baby bear! And Sean found this funny and did it again and again and again. When Evan noticed the attention Sean was getting, he jumped up and became a bear too as I screamed and crawled away from my two baby bears, who gave chase. They chased me around the room, growling, until I gave up. I turned and tickled them.
Later after bath time, I shouted at Evan to make sure he was still alive and upstairs. I didn’t hear a reply from the other room, so I shouted again and again. Who should help me shout? Sean looked up at me as I put on his diaper and yelled Evan. This time Evan answered as I congratulated Sean, who yelled Evan as soon as he saw his brother enter the room. I was so excited which didn’t prepare me for the next thing Evan said.
Evan: I’m Evan M.M. (or mother’s maiden name.)
Me: What did you say?
Evan: I’m Evan M.M.
Me: M.M?
Evan: Yes, I’m Evan M.M.
Me: No, you’re not your Evan L.N. (or last name)
Evan: No, I’m Evan M.M.
Me: No, you’re Evan L.N.
Evan: Ok, ok. I’m Evan L.N. M.M.
(Now, I’m actually laughing, wondering where he heard my maiden name. Though I kept it, I can’t imagine how he heard it, and we don’t call his grandparents that. So where? And of course, my husband isn’t going to like it.)
Me: Fine, you can be Evan M.M. for the night.
Evan: (thinking) Hmm, maybe I can be Evan M.M. always.
Whatever. Let’s get your pajamas on.
Finally, Evan always gets out of bed once in the beginning, usually to complain that he’s bed’s too hot. Tonight he said he smelled candy. It dawned on me that I sprayed some lavender scent on his bed, hoping that it will keep him asleep all night. I answered yes, it was to make sure he had sweet dreams. Evan smiled and said that was all right.
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