I love having sibblings. I know that that seems obvious, but what I mean is that not only do I adore them for the women that they are, but I love that they have been with me for the entire span of all of my memories. I love knowing that no matter where any of us move to they will always be just a phone call away, because they are obligated by blood to talk to me.
Loving them so much makes me also love to watch Shelley's brood of three dumplings figure out that these other kids around them aren't just visitors. Or, as Charlie seems to be realizing here, "You mean this potato-looking kid is still here? Mommmm, why is he wearing my pajamas?! Oooh, this is fun being bigger than someone else!"
And of course, there is the burning of future revenge in Gavin's sweet little face and clenched baby fists. "Just wait... one day I won't be so small and you're gonna get it!"
I never would have survived brothers. As Shell and Teen can attest to, I was (and probably still am) a big wuss. Best of luck to these two!
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