Brothers will never fail to surprise me. How they can go from throwing clumps of dirt at each other because they are mad that “he was digging in my mud pit!!” to showing the sweetest affection, I’ll never know. I’m sure I was never ever so volitile in my affections, ever in my life. Never. I’m just sure of it.
Just a few minutes ago I was sitting in the living room with my three older boys. Two of them had just come in from playing out in the yard together. They sat down to watch their brother playing his video game. The bigger brother sat in the little rocking chair. Accidentally finding that he was in a video game trance, the younger one was only able to back up from his current standing position as he was unable to unglue his eyes for long enough to find a seat of his own.
He accidentally backed onto his brother’s lap. Finding a lap there instead of just a chair he queried, “Can I sit on your lap?”
His brother started the beginning of a “Hey!!” though he didn’t get passed the “H…” before he changed his tune, ever so sweetly to, “Sure. You can sit on my lap. I guess that’s what big brother’s are for.” (Would I make this up?! I couldn’t. My imagination is not this powerful!)
There they sat, long enough for me to sneak up and grab my camera without them even noticing.
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