It happens every day. We come in from school, unpack our stuff, and the boys immediately go into the den to play 'Hut, Hut, Hike.' What's that, you ask? Well, if you must know, it's an indoor version of tackle football played in a very small area that usually involves Thomas throwing William's little body to the ground to impede his quest for a touchdown. That act is usually followed by much whining by William, which leads to Thomas allowing him his own touchdown, which is necessary to William deciding to play another down.
I don't understand what compels little boys to be in constant motion and physical contact with one another, but it seems that they are always competing, trying to be first, and one-upping each other. I see such hateful attitudes and unfair behavior sometimes. It reminds me of growing up with siblings myself. Man, we were really tough on each other. It's really strange to see it in your own children.
Even though I don't understand it, it seems to be a very natural and fun way to interact with one another. I must say that I have seen many unsolicited acts of brotherly love during this play and hope that my boys are learning how to be compassionate. They have this great relationship and seem to really like spending quality time together lately, even if it involves throwing each other to the ground.
I am happy they have each other. Long after we are gone, I wish that they will become the best of friends. Family is everything.
