The other night, Number One Son was feeling awfully weepy--which has happened a lot recently. We have changed the bedtime routine & are being much more strict about enforcing it, which has caused some dismay on the part of the two older boys. A couple of nights ago, it was Number One Son, tuning up and crying because we weren't going to let him and his brother spend time playing on the floor. As soon as Number One started crying, Little Red started a raucous cackling--quite infectious, actually. I left the room, seeing that The Runner had things well in hand. I learned later that Little Red turned to his older brother, put his hand on his face, and gently said, "don't cry, Johhthan."
He was laughing to help his older brother feel better. What a kid.
Also, the craziness from the week before Christmas has not abated. I don't know what has gotten into Number One especially, but he sets the others off big-time. Testosterone supplements, maybe?
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