For the longest time Kaden has referred to his big brother as Bobbies. When he first started to call Quentin Bobbies, because he couldn’t say brother, my husband and I would try to help him say the word properly. My sweet, stubborn son would have none of it. “Bobbies!” he would shout back. So…. needless to say, Bobbies is a nickname that has had some serious staying power. Quentin doesn’t usually let anyone call him Bobbies except for his baby brother. Kaden is now 3, and fully capable of pronouncing his brothers name, but Bobbies still sticks. I love it.
As I was cooking dinner this evening, I heard Quentin and Kaden up to something mischievous. Parents, you know what I’m talking about. Sometimes you just know. For Christmas both boys received new dirt bike gear. “Mom!” Kaden yelled from the bedroom. “I want like Bobbies. LIKE Bobbies!”
The boys had drug out all of gear and were suiting up, race ready. When I say race ready, I mean pants, jersey, gloves, goggles…. and Kaden was in need of assistance with his helmet to be “like Bobbies.” Such brotherly love. It’s clear Kaden admires his older brother, and together the two are such an unstoppable team. Of course I helped Kaden gear up the rest of the way “like Bobbies.” The boys sneak back to their room and imagine, with fierce and admirable intensity, they are racing the most important race of their lives.
Just another random Thursday night at our house, where we are geared up and geeked up for dirt bikes, while imaginations run wild. I hope my babies never lose the ability to dream in color.