Getting along with brothers is hard

Every night before Munchkin Girl goes to bed, she wants me to tell her a story about when I was a little girl.  I'm not sure what's wrong with me, but I hardly remember anything about when I was a little girl, at least not anything specfiic.  The things I do remember are things I don't want to tell, such as when I got my name on the board at school for talking too much or when my Dad killed the snake that crawled from the sewer.  Not exactly inspiring so mostly I make things up.

The other night I told her about how I used to fight with my brothers, just like she fights with Littly Buddy.  But, I told her, a brother is your best friend and she should really try harder to play nice with him.  She responded with something slightly profound.

"But Mommy, he's so little.  I don't know how to play with him.  What should I do?"

I opened my mouth to reply but found that I was at a loss.  At 18 months, Little Buddy really is hard to play with.  He doesn't throw the ball back.  He takes toys away.  Hmmm...maybe that's why I always hear so much crying between those two.  Maybe they just aren't quite compatible yet.

I was quite happy today to see them playing happily together...just don't focus on the fact that they're playing in yucky dog water with no shirts on.  Kids will be kids, right??





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