O–playing knock-knock as Daddy mowed the front lawn last night…
Fifi–quick, while he is occupied. Mess with his stuff….
There have been some major battles going down between these two. I can’t decide if I should laugh when she pulls his hair after he mows her out of the way, or reprimand her.
She can be 5 feet away, with her back turned to him and he will still scream, “Look at Fifi! She’s getting to close to my stuff. She going to scrumble up my train tracks.” all in the worst, whining voice he can muster.
(I have no idea where he got ‘srcumble’, but he uses it all the time.)
I keep telling him that his sister is here to stay, so he better get used to her being up in his business. I am an only child, so I don’t really get the whole sibling rivalry thing. I would have LOVED to have someone to hangout with and build giant Lego towers with when I was little… (or would I have??)
Gah! siblings. How do you deal with the rivalry between your littles??