Best Friends and Boys

My boy has a best friend and it occurred to me today that I've been remiss in arranging play time for him and his buddy. Gav and I were on a walk/bike ride this morning and he glanced at another little boy at the park and excitedly shouted that it was Truitt, his best bud. Umm, no, it wasn't. He looked at me with his big blue eyes and said, it's been so long since he's seen Wuitt (he doesn't seem capable of pronouncing beginning consonants at this time), he's forgotten what he looks like. Greatest Mom Award right there:( To be fair, we did have a play date planned for Monday, but Truitt's little brother is sick and us mommies didn't want to help the evil spread of germs.

Here's the germ carrying little brother, the sweet and happy Finley. He looks harmless, but his cold is nasty:)

Now back to friendship. The boys are roughly the same age, give or take a couple of months and get along so very well. When Truitt's mom and I first started doing planned play dates back in September, we were both amazed at how well the boys got along. The boys played well together and we could actually visit without being referees:)

These two boys are classic little boys, they loves trains, planes and automobiles and anything else that has a motor:)

They can both recite all the characters in the Thomas the Train series and are expert track builders and decommissioners. And oh how they giggle together:)

I had better call Truitt's mommy and reschedule, before Gav goes around the neighborhood calling everyone Wuitt. Hmmm, maybe we should work on the letter "T" as well:)