And so it begins.
Today we were upstairs hanging out. I was in the bathroom getting ready and the boys were over in Braydon's room playing quietly. Quiet never lasts long in our house.
All of a sudden...
"Weston, let it go! It's mine!"
"Mom! Weston won't let me have my toy!"
"AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" (That's Wes)
I go over to see what the fuss is about and they're fighting over some silly little car toy that hasn't worked in forever and Braydon is sitting on it and Weston is clawing at his butt trying to get him off of it and I'm about 3 seconds from letting loose and throwing the toy out the window.
I tried to turn this into a lesson of sharing, "Bray, let your brother have it for a minute and then you can have it back."
"Here, Wes. Let's play with this truck over here. It actually works!"
Insert more screaming and crying and dear God someone, ANYONE make them stop.
I guess this is something I need to get used to. Boys fighting over toys and "he had it! no, it's mine! tell him to get away!" and someone please bring me some wine.
It's going to be a long summer!! Now I know why people buy 2 of the same toys for their kids!