Must. Keep. Straight. Face.

Another story relayed by mommy ... A4 and M2 are on the ladder to our outdoor playscape a few days ago. From mommy's vantage point, M2 is near the top, but is getting increasingly fussy. It's the type of fussy that is a clear giveaway that she is being harassed somehow by her older brother. It might be in good fun, but she's not enjoying it.

Seizing the opportunity to share this distinction with A4, Mommy brings both children together. She crouches down to their level, holding one hand with each of hers, and she asks our son what he needs to say.

"Sorry."

"Sorry for what," prods mommy.

"Sorry," he tells his sister, "for pushing you on the ladder."

Mommy thought he was done. But he sighed, then continued "and for kissing your buns."

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from the family blog