This was the sight that greeted me when I came into the living room yesterday:
I said, "Oh! You must be playing 'car' with your brother. That's one cool ride, Grace!"
"No, Mama, I'm not playing car," she said with a serious look in her blue eyes. "I'm busy training Jonathan."
"Potty training him?" I asked, figuring there was another misunderstanding about the whole 'train/train' homonym.
"Nope. Jonnie's always so fussy in the car, so I'm car-training him so he'll learn to ride better. I gave him a book to read to keep him busy, and I made him a booster seat. I'm also singing him songs."
"Well, OK then!" I said. Because what more could I say? This big sister has an incredible inner drive to organize, mother, and do all things typical of a first-born female. As a result, my job as a mama is made either much easier...or much more difficult. It largely hinges on little brother's mood at the time.
He is, however, always happy to have her read him stories. He will never, ever get tired of his favorites: The Little Blue Truck, Please Baby Please, Harry the Dirty Dog, Baby Cakes, and the one you see here, Old MacDonald's Farm. Fortunately, Grace still loves these as much as Jonathan, and she's had them memorized since she was about his age, so they will sit, read, and re-read them until something rumbles through the yard needing their immediate attention.
They are peas in a pod, my two little blondies. I'm so glad they have each other, and I'm so thankful I have them.
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