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Taking a random tram ride to the outskirts of Bern, serendipitously finding a playground, climbing in a huge swing with the boys, looking up at the sky as the sun pokes through the clouds. Jman shouting: “Higher! Higher!” as I pump my legs awkwardly while lying on my back.  Mpants squirms onto my belly and …

Jman sneaks a cherry tomato from the tray as I am cutting them for the salad and pops it in his mouth. Two seconds later, he opens the drawer under the sink and spits it into the garbage.  “Blech. Blech. Blech.” “Something wrong Jo?” “Tastes like an old snail’s smelly fart!” “Blech indeed.”  

So, tonight Jman demands:”Get me a drink!” I reprimand: “What do you say?” “CHICKENS OBEY ME!!” I have created a monster

One night I was talking to Jman before he went to sleep. I was telling him how his brother is really important. And how he is (or will be) his best friend and they will have a lot of great adventures together. And they will need to support each other and confide in one another. …

We are driving home in the afternoon. “What would you like for goûter? (snack time)?” “Cookies!!” Mpants exclaims right off the bat. “Chocolate eggs!” Exclaims Jman (on a chocolate high from Easter). “Raspberry purée?” I offer as a solution. Something between the two demands. Exactly like their mother, they looooovvvveee all things raspberry. I have been …

I asked the boys tonight if they had eaten enough. Did they have enough for dinner? Jman: “Yes! I ate ALL my soup.” Mpants: “And I ate ALL my cookie!” Hmmm.  I did have to help Mpants eat his dinner. He ate most of what was on his plate. BEFORE he could have his half …

Mpants stands in the doorway when we get inside. He always wants me to help him get undressed. I have started to get him to do it himself. “You can do it Mpants. Take off your jacket.” “Nooooo. You help me.” “I think you can do it. Here, I will unzip your zipper….zip…now you take …