My kids were up before me this morning. I came down to find my younger boy (age 5) using the dustpan and broom to sweep up the Ritz crackers he'd spilled in the living room. He carefully swept every piece into the pan, walked over to the kitchen garbage to dump it, tapped out the crumbs on the edge, replaced the fitted broom into the pan, and went over to put it back under the sink. Then, noticing he'd left the garbage open, he ran over to the garbage drawer and closed it.
I found my older son (age 6) by following the crumbs and plactic wrapper trail of his breakfast bar into my study, where he was blasting iTunes.
Siblings are different. Slate has some sibling photos here.
My sister (and only sibling) and I are completely different people. Our interests, ambitions, tastes, etc.
Posted by: SteveA | April 11, 2007 at 12:42 PM