Add these to the list of things I never thought I'd say ....
Baby EJ was taking a bath this evening. Our 2.5 year old scrambled up the stairs to get into the tub, too, when he heard the water running. EJ was happily splashing and trying to grasp all of the toys -- the ducks, the crabs, the sharks -- in the water and promptly shove each into his mouth at the same time. The older one quickly flung his clothes aside and hopped in the bathtub and all but ripped the crabs out of the baby's hand.
"Gabe!" I exclaimed, "that's not nice. You need to share your crabs with your brother, or he'll be sad."
Insert uproarious laughter from my husband, who really is a 12-year-old boy trapped inside the body of a 27 year old.
As we were getting ready for Gabe to go play in the snow, we talked as I helped him layer his clothes.
"Honey, what are the rules when we play outside?" I asked.
"Stay right there or there or there," he said as he pointed at various places in our backyard just out the sliding doors. "Where you see me."
"And?" I prompted
"Don't eat yellow snow."
"Or?" I urged.
"Or brown snow," he said solemly.
Good job, buddy.