Jacob is almost exactly Pete's age and height, although Pete wins in weight and head size. Jacob is more mobile and can go from sitting to standing whereas Pete still requires a vertical surface. It was going to be a fairly even contest.
True to form, toys that Pete hasn't looked at in weeks became the thing he wanted most as soon as they were in Jacob's hands. Jacob used his speed to good effect, but Pete's superior knowledge of the terrain together with plentiful body-checking pulled things back. At one point a ukulele was applied to someone's face.
I tried to explain to both that sharing things is fun...until I remembered that sharing things isn't fun. Luckily the boys discovered that common goals and aspirations can be a good foundation to a relationship; is it easier to smash into Daddy's piano if we push the truck together? Can we make the safety gate fall if we both apply our weight?
Exhausted, we took the babies to eat at a new local dumpling house. "Boy's lunch out?" someone on the table beside us asked and I realised that this wasn't a playdate - it was a popular man-date! Hahahaaa...sorry.
Dad! He's touching my stuff!
Cow tipping, a common activity of miscreant youth.
"Ok, when Daddy does it I think he lifts this bit..."
Line it up and...
...go!
There's nothing like sharing, and this is nothing like sharing.
