Brotherly love
We are trying to teach our boys to love each other. Nathan and William enjoy playing together, but they fight often. Sometimes, we think they are making progress. Other times, however, their sinful natures take over.
After I picked William up from Sunday school today, I took him into the main service room. Three-year-old Benjamin was standing next to his parents, and William, seemingly without cause, ran up to him and knocked him over. I was horrified and embarrassed. I tried to extract an apology from my little brother and then took him to the side to talk to him.
On the way home, I related the story to my family. "William," my mom said. "Why did you do that?" From the back row came an innocent and penitent little voice: "I didn't know he wasn't Natey."
Let brotherly love continue.
After I picked William up from Sunday school today, I took him into the main service room. Three-year-old Benjamin was standing next to his parents, and William, seemingly without cause, ran up to him and knocked him over. I was horrified and embarrassed. I tried to extract an apology from my little brother and then took him to the side to talk to him.
On the way home, I related the story to my family. "William," my mom said. "Why did you do that?" From the back row came an innocent and penitent little voice: "I didn't know he wasn't Natey."
Let brotherly love continue.
posted by Courtney at 3:25 PM
11 Comments:
That sounds vaguely like my relationship with my younger brother. Fortunately, we both grew out of it a couple of months ago.
That last comment, uh, wasn't supposed to be anonymous. I very specifically directed otherwise.
Ah yes... reminds me of my family. Unfortunately 17-year-olds push a bit stronger. It's also quite amazing how quickly a 9-year-old can incapacitate someone.
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everyone else sounds os intelligent when they write, how come i can spell and can't punctuate when i tyupe on xanga>? oh wait i'm not on xanga thats why! not i 'm confoooooosed hahahahahaha
yes yes that's right courtney you are so optimistic!
Oh, you should see what they'd do without the art.
Eh, guys beat each other up to show their love. Example: Soccer team. We were darn close, but that didn't mean we didn't have constant pick-up wrestling matches.
*Manly grunt*
Spork speaks the truth. Kind of. My sister is absolutely convinced that every time two guys meet each other, the conversation goes like this.
Guy #1. "Hmmm."
Guy #2. "Oh. Hey. I'm Guy #2."
Guy #1. "Cool name. I'm Guy #1."
(awkward silence)
Guy #1. "Let's... go play some football!"
(end of conversation)
It's not *quite* like that... but the violence thing... Dex may talk about it in one way... but being in his room at 2 AM when he pulls out the pool noodles is truly frightening. *I* have them stored for the summer, I think he would've destroyed them...
And yes, Dex's violence is incidentally all Spork's fault, too. :D
I hunt, but I restrict my joyous stories of bloody massacres on fresh-fallen snow to male audiences only.
Dex guts rabits in front of chicks. I don't think he's quite as balanced as fine specimens such as Ludwhig and me.
Whenever my little brother was being annoying I'd just sit on him. Though I don't suppose that would help in this case...
Anyway, he's to big for that now. But the whole spit thing still works. He's a germ freak, and he's pretty scared of spit. So, you just lick your finger, and presto! instant deadly weapon. Mahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Um ... so far as I know, my brothers entertain no fear of spit. Perhaps when they're a few years older. : )
::hides from Karen::
Wow, I'm glad my sisters never got any evil ideas from YOU.
Actually, they already did the spit thing, but since I'm the eldest, they never did sit on me, thank goodness.
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