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A typical conversation in my house:
Anne Marie: AHhhhhhh! Thomas no!
Thomas: nonononononononono Ahhhhhhhh! (stomping feet and flailing hands)
Me: What happened?
Anne Marie: I didn’t want Thomas to look at me.
Also typical:
Anne Marie: Don’t worry, Thomas, I’ll help you read.
Thomas: meow, meow
Anne Marie: Mama, he said, “kitty cat!” I’m so proud of him! Great job Thomas!
Why is it they can share an ice cream cone, bite by bite (yes I let them do that- the cuteness overrides any germ issues to me), but can’t share space on a couch that seats four?
Why does Anne Marie fiercely defend her brother at daycare, then take him out pro-wrestling style at home 15 minutes later, then a few minutes after that, welcome him into her blanket fort?
I have a brother, but I’m still not sure I’ll ever get it.
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