Where's the Brotherly Love?
I cut an orange into wedges for Lil' Wingnut the other day. As he was munching down on his fruit, Stat Boy came into the kitchen and sat down at the table with him. As he reached across the table to grab an orange wedge, Lil' Wingnut flew into a rage, "Those are mine! Don't take any!" I jumped into the fray and let the lil' guy know the oranges were for everyone and he needed to share. To no avail. He continued to wail and threaten his older brother for taking "his" oranges. I walked over to the table and moved the plate holding said oranges away from Lil' Wingnut and in front of his older brother. "These oranges are now Stat Boy's," I said, "We'll see if he will share with you." Of course, Stat Boy chose to share his oranges with his little brother.
In the van on the way home from piano lessons yesterday, Lil' Wingnut declared he was hungry. I offered to cut up some oranges for him to snack on while I made dinner. He thoughtfully considered my offer before asking,"Will Stat Boy be home? I really don't want to share."
I'm trying to decide if it is funny or sad, how our sinful nature can make even the smallest of us incredibly ugly.