This morning he made his bowl of instant oatmeal–2 packets–and naturally Little Brother had to have some too. He’d already eaten breakfast but I made him some anyway. And the two brothers sat at the table and scooped up their oatmeal.
I guess being Little Brother has made him competitive, because before I knew it, he was bragging: “My oatmeal is gooooooooood! Is yours? Nooooooo!”
Yes, this is what we’ve been reduced to around here: trash-talking about breakfast.