Two days after a very unfortunate "robbery" (as Caroline calls it) where my purse was stolen out of our car, I found myself at the dreaded DMV with all five munchkins replacing my drivers license (I was only that on-the-ball because I couldn't replace my library card without a drivers license. It was the theft of the library card that really ruffled our feathers!). So, we're sitting there in the crowded waiting room filling out the application when a nice gentleman sits next to us and starts chatting with the kids. He goes down the line (after telling me that I sure have my hands full!) getting each name and age, when he finally gets to Ben. Ben tells him his name and that he has a birthday soon and will turn three. He then, very protectively, goes to the stroller where Jack is sitting, puts his arm around him, narrows his eyes suspiciously and says, "And dis my son, Booba.*" The three big kids and I cracked up laughing, even if the kind man had no idea just how funny it was.

Brotherly love is a powerful thing.

* "Booba" has been Ben's name for Jack since he was less than an hour old. "Booba Jack" was his attempt at "Baby Jack" and it stuck immediately. He answers to Booba more readily than he does to Jack!