Sitting at the allergist with my 14 year old,
during our Saturday morning ritual (allergy shots),
a man walked in with 3 boys, approximately 12, 7, and 1.
The waiting room was full,
and they were forced to sit on the same bench -
their bodies touching and rubbing up against one another.
All I could think was, there is no WAY that my kids could sit there like that, and behave.
Sure enough, the one-year old started to get restless,
so the dad took him outside, leaving the older boys alone.
For a few minutes, they sat there, still behaving themselves.
I was impressed.
Until . . .
the younger one started to wiggle and fidget,
testing the patience of his big brother.
Taking pleasure at big brother's reaction,
he wiggled and fidgeted even more.
And, even more . . . still.
Until, suddenly . . .
big brother SMACKED him one.
Now THAT looks familiar, I smirked.
during our Saturday morning ritual (allergy shots),
a man walked in with 3 boys, approximately 12, 7, and 1.
The waiting room was full,
and they were forced to sit on the same bench -
their bodies touching and rubbing up against one another.
All I could think was, there is no WAY that my kids could sit there like that, and behave.
Sure enough, the one-year old started to get restless,
so the dad took him outside, leaving the older boys alone.
For a few minutes, they sat there, still behaving themselves.
I was impressed.
Until . . .
the younger one started to wiggle and fidget,
testing the patience of his big brother.
Taking pleasure at big brother's reaction,
he wiggled and fidgeted even more.
And, even more . . . still.
Until, suddenly . . .
big brother SMACKED him one.
Now THAT looks familiar, I smirked.
Boys and violence . . . go together like love and marriage? I don't quite see the connection.
ReplyDeleteActually, it's more a "sibling" thing. I used to fight (quite physically, at times) with my sister closest in age to me, and don't DARE cross that line in between the passenger seats of the car.
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