Anyway, yesterday was a snowless snow day, and Max had his bestie over all day following a sleepover the night before. And while there was a whole lot of this:
|It's true. I love to build forts.|
Bestie: "Good morning, Milo! Can I have a hug?"
Milo: "Sure!" (gives Bestie enormous, enthusiastic hug)
Max: "Hey Milo, can I have a hug?"
Milo: "Go away, Max, you are NOT my brother."
and even more stuff like this:
Max: "OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW! Milo BIT me!!!!!!!!"
Milo: "WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Max PINCHED me!!!!!"and it's like, I swear to God, these boys are not going to actually quit it until one of them draws blood.
It culminated in this:
Milo: "Mom, you read this note Max made to me?"
Me: "Sure Milo....."
Milo: "That's the worst note EVER."My boys are almost five years apart, and you know what? I get it. They are at very different stages in their lives, and they are going to butt heads a lot. Milo frustrates Max, Max ignores Milo, they have their various jealousies and irritations and whatever. And I know that they really do love each other, and that they "get" the whole "your brother is your brother forever" thing. But I just sometimes don't know what to do with the two of them. How much do I intervene? How much do I just let them figure out for themselves? I mean, obviously, I'm not going to let the whole drawing blood scenario happen (if I can help it, anyway...) but I won't lie, I cry (on the inside, you understand) every time one of them says "I hate you" or "You're the worst brother, EVER" to the other.
A little while later, Milo trudged toward me with another piece of paper, looking for all the world like a man carrying his own death warrant to the executioner.
Milo: "Mom? You read THIS note Max made to me?"
Milo: "Oh. That's a good note."Sigh.