Brothers

While the boys were playing tonight, Buster whacked his big brother on the head with a plastic block. Tears ensued, and we consoled Q-ster with the much coveted Mr. Bump cold pack.

Buster saw Mr. Bump and loudly demanded it.

“No, no, your brother needs it.”

Grabby little hands approached.

Q-ster asked, “Do you want me to hit him on the head so that he can have a turn using Mr. Bump too?”

Ah no, let’s just leave things as they are. But it’s very thoughtful to offer your help.