Our first week of summer vacation flew by with three parties, one mass with the bishop, another mass where Mikey sang the psalm, and one night where our local frozen yogurt shop put out Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I would have been happy with only the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
As Mikey gets older, he gets more impatient with Nico. Nico makes huge messes, Mikey doesn’t. Mikey listens to me when I tell the boys to pick up their room, Nico “forgets” or suddenly gets “really tired.” Nico wants to play with all of Mikey’s toys, gadgets, and art supplies. Nico just wants to be Mikey, and Mikey doesn’t see that a lot of the time. I’ve tried to smooth the ruffled feathers without getting too involved or picking favorites, but sometimes they just plain ol’ fight all day long no matter what I do.
Little snips and snaps and “don’t!” and “stop!” and “no!” and “Moooooom!” all day long.
It was after one of those days that I hustled them to bed faster than fast, ready to shut the door on the day. Maybe an hour later I heard Mikey talking to Nico in the room. I snuck down the hallway and poked my head in their room. There Mikey was, the older brother who claims Nico annoys him “all the time,” laying in Nico’s bed and reading to him The One and Only Ivan.