Bonnet and Will

I can't tell you how close Bonnet and Will were this last week. Well, I can tell you . . . or at least I can try.

From the moment Will would wake up all I would here was "Can I wake Bonnet up?" "Is Bonnet awake?" "Can I check if Bonnet's Up Yet?" It was enough to drive you crazy. Then as soon as he heard her getting up he would follow her EVERYWHERE; to the bathroom, out to smoke, to check her email, to her room to read, and so on.

It wasn't bad enough she never got a moment to herself, but he would litterally crawl on her if he could. He'd sit on her lap, on her feet, crawl on the back of the sofa and set on her head. He'd jump on her if she was on her bed. He'd chase her if she was standing or walking. He'd beg her to sit in the back seat with him so he could torture her when we were driving.

And talk? The boy would talk to her constantly. "What you doing Bonnet?" "How come Bonnet?" "Wanna play Bonnet?" "Push me Bonnet." "Read to me Bonnet." "Come play Bonnet." "Let me in Bonnet."

I tried to keep him off her a little bit the first day or so, but she didn't really seem to mind. I figured she's a grown woman, is she got tired of it she'd run him off. But she never did. I still thought he probably was irriatting her to death. Until tonight when I went in to Will's bathroom to give him a bath and saw a message she left him on the shower wall.



I think she does.