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.