He ain't hungry, he's my brother
Monday night I had Nick and Anna while Chels and Maria were at Maria's ballet classes. Anna had softball practice, and afterward we went to Panera Bread for dinner. Nick, out of the blue, said he was craving a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from there. (We can tell we're getting closer to the teenage years - this might be the first time he's ever told us he was craving something.)
I've gone on and on recently about how good a brother Nick can be. At dinner, he proved it once again by tolerating Anna's random attacks on him. He even shared half of his second sandwich(!) with her. This was the scene during a typical attack:
As we were finishing up, our friends Mary and Delia came in, so we stayed a bit longer and sat with them while they ate dinner. Delia is Nick's age, and they have known each other probably since they were about three or four years old. This social occasion, too, was another sign of the approaching teenage years - both of them have cell phones now, and you can carry on a conversation with them that reasonably approximates an adult conversation. Time flies.
I've gone on and on recently about how good a brother Nick can be. At dinner, he proved it once again by tolerating Anna's random attacks on him. He even shared half of his second sandwich(!) with her. This was the scene during a typical attack:
As we were finishing up, our friends Mary and Delia came in, so we stayed a bit longer and sat with them while they ate dinner. Delia is Nick's age, and they have known each other probably since they were about three or four years old. This social occasion, too, was another sign of the approaching teenage years - both of them have cell phones now, and you can carry on a conversation with them that reasonably approximates an adult conversation. Time flies.
