I helped my cousin Rebecca move Sunday afternoon from her apartment to her brand-new (to her) house. After we'd moved all the furniture and boxes inside her new home, Susan came over with Gracelyn and Davis to see the new house.
Gracelyn was interested in Rebecca's cat Aeryl who was skulking in her litter box, having been traumatized by the move.
"Would you like to go and see the cat?" I asked her.
Gracelyn nodded.
"Would you like me to go with you and hold your hand?" I asked her.
She held our her hand. We started walking through the kitchen to where the cat was hiding out.
I'd gone two steps when I heard the approach of a small person behind me and felt my other hand grabbed. I looked down to see Davis, looking at me as if to say, "Yeah, I'm going too, buddy!"
So, one child on each hand, we went down to see the cat. Gracelyn was a bit tentative at first, but Davis was right in there petting the cat. In fact, he was pretty mad at Uncle Michael for making him leave the poor kitty alone so she could get used to her new home in peace after a few minutes of patient attention by a three-year-old and a one-year-old.
But it's good to know that the sibling rivalrry is alive and well.
posted by Michael Hickerson at 6/21/2005 03:50:00 PM |
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