Clueless

Every group has one. That person who is always just a bit behind in getting the jokes or understanding exactly what is happening. In our little family, through no fault of his own, that person is B. He is the baby and still very young, so it's understandable that he is inevitably the last of us to understand what is going on...if he gets it at all.

On Thursday, after working out at the gym, I went to get the boys from the on-site childcare. As always when I come to pick them up, the boys joyfully ran towards me calling Mama/Mommy...this is one of my favorite times. It feels great to be wanted...but I digress. I asked M where their blankies were several times, but to no avail; he simply ignored me. Having just finished a great workout, I was in a charitable mood and calmly explained to M that we had to leave and needed to get his and B's blankies so that we could go home and get lunch. At this point, I was distracted by something else. I looked down at B and noticed that he was holding out his arm pointing to something and he had a funny look on his face. I followed the direction he was indicating and realized that he was showing me where their two blankies were. I also realized that the funny look on his face was quite simply, "Duh". My baby was wondering why I didn't see the blankies.

In that moment, I had been relegated to the clueless one of the group and slipped down a notch in the esteem of my youngest.