It’s good for the boys to spend time with their adopted cousins. The feminine energy is palpable. And yes, the boys are a curiosity unto themselves. But overall a compatible pack.
I particularly enjoyed watching Jacob spend quality time with Eliza. Jake’s sixteen and Eliza’s six. Watching the original boss baby navigate a six-year-old is pure karmic comedy.
After his first night at the kids table, Jacob asks to be “upgraded,” but he continues to drift back. At one meal, I hear him say, “Eliza, you have to eat some of that chicken if you want dessert.”
”Jacob!” I interject, “You can’t just parent other people’s kids.”
Her mother laughs and rolls her eyes and says something along the lines of, “It takes a village.” Next thing I know, Jacob’s reaching across the table and cutting-up Eliza’s chicken for her. She eats it without any additional drama and they both enjoy their desserts.
A few days later, we’re on our tour of the Louvre. Jacob’s in the other group with Eliza. I tell Jennifer Anne that we know Eliza will be the weakest link in terms of how long they can walk on this tour. “But seriously, Jacob will be right behind her.” Later that afternoon, Alesia shows us the cutest, funniest picture of the two of them perched together on a lone gallery chair.
On our final early morning trip to the airport, it’s 6:15am and Jacob finds himself sitting across from Eliza in the van.
”Eliza, stop kicking me.”
”I’m not kicking you.”
”Yes, you are.”
”I can’t help it. My feet havetah dance.”
“No they don’t.”
“Yeah, they do.”