There is no explanation for the connection I have with Ben. Like any other child he wants to be around others. Given Mom has been at work and Jessie at a friend's our connection became somewhat "strained." I need to paint and so does Ben. There is only so much Sponge Bob he can tolerate before the meltdown occurs. I can't stop working to let him participate. After all it takes much time and energy to prepare him for his artistic endeavors. And so he fussed until he fell into a deep sleep listening to Waylon Jennings. You really don't know how difficult it is to work with this incredible person in the room.