Imagine my surprise...
When my most attention-needing, desperate for Momma and Daddy's lap child...
Asked if he could take their Army Guys up to their room to play alone for a little while.
I said sure, and he went, happily.
I walked up the stairs fifteen minutes later, peeked into their bedroom, and found him sitting at their desk, Hank the Cowdog playing on their CD player, and their Battalion set up in front of Real-Life Soldier pictures, on Real-Life Soldier manual.
And he was content. And still. And happy, alone.
Could it be he needs both
the most attention
and the most time to just be completely alone?
To be himself,
without Big Brother and Baby Brothers?