|Ian Second Grade Dude|
|Caden Preschool Prince|
The two can play beautifully. Rumbling and tumbling about the house, they are peas in a pod. Then the storm clouds hit. Screeching, screaming and additional syllables ("Leave me a-looooooo-n-uh!") peel the paint off the walls.
Today however, I heard an exchange which I will carry in my heart forever.
We were discussing the, "Sleeping In Protocol". (Sleeping is as defined by anything past 7:00 a.m.) I had snacks and breakfast shakes poised and ready. The remote was handy for their toons. We were set.
"Now, Caden, if you wake up before Brother, please play quietly until he wakes up too!" Shake of the head in affirmation, though Caden regularly tortures his brother by turning on the light the minute his own eyes open.
"And brudder," Caden says affirmatively, "No kissing my head!"
Ian turns red and hurriedly walks out of the room.
No kissing my head? I think. What?
I ask Ian about it.
"When I get up, if he's still asleep, I kiss his head so he doesn't get scared if I leave."
My stoic Ginger haired boy kisses his little brother on the head so he isn't scared. Now that's brotherly love.