This morning I washed Stephen’s face quickly as he was walking out the door for the bus.
“Ow!” He yelled, “You poked me in the eye!” He began to cry.
“Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to poke you in the eye! Are you ok?”
“MOMMY!!” I heard from behind me.
I turned to see Adrian, his little face contorted with righteous anger.
“You no hurt my bruh-ler! I ‘pank you now!” He swatted me on the leg, his face cross.
Glad he’s sticking up for his brother, but seriously. Is he upset because he wants a monopoly on hurting his bruh-ler?