We were at church last night eating dinner (breakfast stuffs – yum!!). We sat at a table that included 4 boys – ages 4 (Tristan), almost 5 (Sam), and… 6 I think (Ronnie). There was a 1+ year old (Chance) at the end of the table, but he wasn’t in on this part of the fun for once. Once food was in front of them, I didn’t hear much from Ronnie or Chance – plus that was the end of the table where their mother was. Brian & I were on the end with Tristan and Sam. Tristan was almost constantly getting scolded about playing with his fork. It got worse when he managed to come up with 2 forks. He also kept saying something that was apparently getting on Sam’s nerves because Sam kept trying to push him away, almost pushing him out of his chair a couple of times.
After watching Tristan and Sam for a bit, Taylor leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, “That’s why I don’t want a baby brother…”