Esther had just stubbed her toe on a wooden stool and after a moment of soothing, she was back to playing happily, wrestling with Nathan. I left the room for a minute and within moments heard a blood-curdling scream. As I ran into the living room, I quickly assessed the situation - no blood and Nathan was smiling. That's odd... Usually Nathan gets the raw end of the deal when they're rough housing. I asked Esther what happened and through her sobs, I could barely make out "Nathan 'pit up all over me!" Only then did I realize that her face was indeed covered with the remains of whatever fruit Nathan had just eaten for dinner. No wonder he was so satisfied with himself. So the stubbed toe hadn't been a big deal, but to be spit up on demanded screaming and even more screaming as I washed her up and tried so very hard not to laugh. And I did resist telling her that she was just getting her comeuppance for all the poking, pushing, clobbering, and sitting on that she's dished out to her little brother. The poor girl. For all her sometimes roughness, she really doesn't like to get dirty.
Laugh Two:
I was trying to change Nathan's dirty diaper on the driver's seat in the van before we went into Lowe's. He kept grabbing the steering wheel and pulling himself up and laughing at himself. It's rather hard to change a diaper like that. Exasperated, I said to Esther, "Nathan is being such a goose, isn't he?"
Esther says very seriously, "No, he just being a brother."
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These are two hilarious moments! My, my. I can't wait for my little one to get bigger and do/say silly things. :-)
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