So after not seeing the boys for almost two weeks while I was caring for my Daddy, Russ flew out to TN with them. My Daddy passed away on their layover to see us, and I was very eager to see them, feel their little bodies, and have their hands and arms around me. Of course, I wanted to see Russ, too, but the boys are just full of the innocence and joy that I needed.
I wasn't going to stay at the hotel with them the night they arrived because my sister's family wasn't arriving until the next day. I didn't want her to stay in the house alone. However, both of my brothers decided to stay at Daddy's, so I felt the freedom to spend the night with Russ and the boys. After some playing at the pool, we went back to the room to shower and get ready for bed.
As Russ was trying to talk to me, Starks was in flea mode, standing there naked, and couldn't focus enough to move toward the shower. He was rubbing his penis on the bedspreads as he was chatting it up. Really? What is it with this boy? I could do nothing but laugh at the scene as if seeing it from afar. I had to say, "Can you please stop rubbing your penis on everything and get in the shower?" He laughed and walked away unfazed. I didn't think I'd actually ever need to verbalize that to my boys out loud.
