Yeah, I know. Declan doesn’t actually have a little brother. Small technicality.
What he does have, is the son of our best friends. A precocious ball of energy that turns four this month, and who we love to death.
When they refer to each other as “brothers,” eyebrows inevitably go up.
But who cares.
We all make our own family, right? And our family includes Jeff, Danielle and Grayson.
I have always heard that five years is a good age gap between siblings. Declan is 5.5 years older than Grayson, almost to the week. (I guess we added six months for good measure?)
What that means is they get along incredibly well. Grayson wants to do everything Declan is doing. Which is helpful when you are trying to get Grayson to eat. Declan is willing to play like crazy with Grayson. Which is helpful when you are trying to get Declan off the iPad.
They are SO DAMN CUTE.
But beyond the heightened cute-factor, there is an interesting wave of zen-like maturity that washes over Declan after he hangs out with Grayson. Like he finally understands how annoying he, Declan, can be. Declan gets Mom voice. He tells Grayson to STOP IT. Whatever IT is. He bosses Grayson around. He gets this attitude of disbelief over, GOOD LORD, how children could EVER act that way. It’s like Maggie Smith invades his body.
Not saying that Grayson is annoying. He is (almost) four. He is a cute, smiley kid that acts like a four year old.
Which Declan only sees when Grayson is around. That is his only frame of reference.
But when Grayson leaves, we definitely have a 60 year old dowager countess who lives with us for a few days.