First Love

When Jenn started babysitting Mary, Ben wasn't even a year old.  He wasn't old enough for them to play together.  However, on Friday Mary and Ben played ALL MORNING!  She read books to him for hours while he sat on her lap in the chair.

When Mary left for school, Jenn went up to Ben's room to read before nap, as usual.  Ben broke into tears, crying, "Mary!  Mary!"  He wanted Mary to read to him, not Mom.  That night, when we went to read books before bed, Ben once again cried out "Mary!  Mary!" with tears streaking down his face.  We eventually talked a sullen Ben into allowing us to read.

Unfortunately, while Ben was experiencing the first trauma of love lost (or at least across the street and out of reach), Jenn and I were fighting to keep from laughing.  With minimal success.