I told him to stop hitting and kicking his brother yesterday morning, oh about three minutes after waking up. His response: "I want to hit! I want to kick people!" Is that a boy thing? Did he have a bad dream? Or is he just a jerk in general? So I had to separate him from J by an incredibly strong barrier of throw pillows while they drank their OJ and watched Brum (oh how I love the British!).
And then only two minutes later, here's his smiling beautiful face again. How could I possibly be mad at that face?
J wasn't quite as forgiving (note that he wouldn't sit next to his dear bro).
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