Sunday, December 14, 2008

Boys will be boys

My dad has a younger brother and so does The Man, so it's not as if I was unfamiliar with the fact that boys fight. I've heard the stories of black eyes and silly rivalries. But I come from a family of three girls, and though there was typical sibling rivalry and yelling and screaming and general nastiness, things typically did not come to blows.

So this is my first hands on experience. Bug and Goober are at one another's throats all day long. It never ends. They fight about toys, they fight about the computer, they fight about what seat they get to sit in at the dinner table.

When the fighting first began I would run into the room and try to settle the dispute and lecture about how we don't hit and make them hug and apologize. Now I just pretend I can't hear it and I hope no one gets a serious injury.

Because really, it never ends.

And it's really sad, actually, because Goober truly adores Bug. At school he had to write about what he was thankful for this Thanksgiving and he wrote that he was thankful for his brother. How sweet is that?

Bug, however, has spent a good portion of his therapy sessions explaining how having a little brother is the worst thing that has ever happened to him.

So until they work this out between themselves, I guess I'll just keep the first aid kit on hand.


4 comments:

Anonymous said...[Reply to comment]

no really.

THEY REALLY ARE a completely different SPECIES....

Unknown said...[Reply to comment]

Actually I fought with my brother like that.

We get on really well now though.

Heidi said...[Reply to comment]

I have one boy & I seriously need a manual. He is SOOOO different than my girl. I don't have him figured out yet. I do know that burps are hilarious & ramming things into other things is loads of fun.

Unknown said...[Reply to comment]

You know, boys are a lot more difficult to understand than girls. And when they fight, they'll become the sweetest couple on earth when they reconcile. ;->

Kate Spencer of savemymarriage.com