A few days back, Buzz was playing with two sticks. Bugz wanted to play with them as well so Buzz handed over one as she said,
We share Bugz
One minute they were playing together, the next Buzz looked the other way and the little one was off with both the sticks. A chase around the house, lots of screaming, reasoning and crying followed, to no avail. Drama was escalating to an unmanageable level but the scariest part for me was the sticks moving in all directions so I stepped in. I did exactly what Buzz had done to begin with, gave them one stick each and explained that they had to share.
Bugz went in to her stubborn meltdown. Both sticks it had to be. So I shrugged, tough love and all that, only to turn around to Buzz saying,
Here you go, Bugz. Aap dono le lo!
Having witnessed this multiple times in the past, I had to ask Bugz’ favorite question,
Because I don’t want Bugz to cry!
Sigh! Sibling love in our house means one really spoilt little kid and one forever giving elder one.