Why?

I've asked myself that question several times today. Like when I was drinking my diet Dr. Pepper, and William asked Dylan to get a straw so he could drink my drink. And he had his own. I also asked myself "why?" when he started eating my beef stick and crackers, when not two feet away was a plate with his own on it. There was also the time today when I thought I would have a brief moment to myself where every woman should have solitude (on the toilet) and who walks in? Michael, asking me to close a ziplock bag. He literally walked past Dylan, who was in the kitchen at the time, to come and open the door to the toilet room to find me. Why? Why is it that the boys have never once gone to Dylan's side of the bed in the middle of the night when they've had a bad dream? Well, I can probably answer that one. Dylan sleeps through anything, even a television falling on his wife's head didn't wake him up (that's another post for another day). Oh, and there is also the occurance when one of the boys comes to bed with Dylan and I, like William did twice this last week, they always end up crowding me to the edge. It may sound like I'm complaining, but I'm not. It's kinda cute when William comes up and says, "I need a straw" or "can I have some?" I like that the boys know to come to me when they need help, just not when I'm in the bathroom. And I like having a cuddly little bundle snuggle up close to me in bed, even though I do not get a wink of sleep. I just wonder, why?