Then Ben puts an extra quilt on. It's a scrap that my other grandma gave me recently. She had hand quilted these pre-printed nursery rhymes for my sister and me to sleep under in the pink bedroom we shared. To look at those white squares with Little Jack Horner and whatnot took me back to how much Melanie and I fought over covers, told stories in the dark, and jockeyed to escape making the bed. Maybe it was coincidental, but we didn't really become great friends until we stopped sharing a bedroom and I moved out to college.
I bound the scrap and gave it to my children to use for dollies.
Ben told me this morning that he wanted to hold a baby, a baby "wearing a shirt, a vest, and underwear." Then I reminded my little potty-trainer that babies wear diapers because they don't know how to use the toilet yet. And he went off to get his front-end loader.