It was a bright sunny morning; the birds were chirping, the air was humming with peace, and ...
the brats were yelling. "What happened?" I ask the elder one. Thankfully, the younger, just a few months old, is yet to start talking (back) to us. "Nothing mummy." Dangerous ground, very dangerous.
We tried rephrasing the question. "What we want to know is, what wonderful thing did you do just now?" (the false smile in place. perfect). "You know mummy. I wanted to play with my brother but he is only crying."
Whew thank god, only some childish desire to bond with the brother. "That doesn't matter, we will help you two play together. What game did you want to play?"
"I was only playing throw-the-cushion and sit".
A couple of minutes later, the game is clear. The elder one rushes in full speed, with a cushion held tightly in his hands. With careful and unfailing aim, it is directed on the younger - and before the little one can figure out what clouded his vision, he has a loving elder brother sitting on his midriff.
Calm down, we tell ourselves, for he is only a child. Calm down, for this is only his way of showing bonding.
"He is too young to play this game, sweetie" (after two years, he should be sitting on your face, but why warn you now). "Play something else."
Birds chirping... etc for five minutes and then the unmistakable wails. "Now what?" Pat came the reply "Nothing mummy". Here we go again...
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