If you’ve never been in a YMCA child watch room on a weekend
just imagine being inside a pinball machine inside a Dave & Busters, during
an earthquake, with toddlers running around screaming. That about captures it.
However, said room was an immense source of joy on a recent
trip to the Y.
When I get back from my run the boys are always revved up to
see me. They show me their toy du-jour then fly around like banshees.
On this particular day the boys indeed showed me their toys,
today it was two castles – one had a door that could transform into a hawk’s
beak and the other had a dragon head that could swallow unsuspecting visitors.
After a little playtime with the castles Julian decided to sprint to the bounce-house
and sat down first in line. About this time Avery plopped right down on the
ground to continue with his castle; I think he was making grunting noises as
the dragon head continued to devour unsuspecting figurines, all of this out of
sight of Julian sitting in line for the bounce-house. Out of nowhere Julian
decides to yell at the top of his lungs: “AVERY! AVERY! COME OVER HERE!” Now
remember that this room on a weekend is basically like being inside a tornado
of toddler shrieks. I quickly look at Avery as Julian continues to yell for his
brother when all of a sudden Avery’s ears turn at funny angles and he pops up
like a meercat in the Kalahari and spins his head around like Linda Blair in The
Exorcist to find his brother. He darts over there to sit behind his brother and
wait for their turn in the bounce-house. They would proceed into the
bounce-house and pummel each other with glee.
Me, I just reveled in their growing bond. A bond of
brothers. A bond that cannot be broken by neither the din of the YMCA child
watch room nor the pleas of their father: “don’t step on your brother’s head!”
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