Saturday, March 3, 2012

My Toy

Son #2 sat beside Son #1 and enviously watched as Son #1 wound his way through paper mazes.  Son #2 reached out his hand toward the marker and thought.  "Gimme.  Mine."

Son #1 moved the marker away from his brother's chubby, little hand and continued to work on his task.

Son #2 leaned forward and reached as far as he could toward the enchanting paper and marker.  His facial expression said.  "Gimme, gimme, gimme.  Mine."

So determined.

Son #1 ignored him and scooted closer to his abuelita.

On Son #2's third attempt to pilfer the coveted toys, Son #1 exclaimed.  "Hey little baby!  Stop trying to get my stuff!"

This is how sibling rivalry begins.

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