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From the dining room, I could hear Nathan scream from the living room, “It’s not funny, Pee Wee!,” as the little rascal responds with a grunted, “Ah!”

“It’s not funny, Pee Wee!,” Nathan repeated himself.

“Ah!”

“It’s NOT FUNNY!,”

“AH!”

“What’s going on over here, boys?,” I asked as I quickly rushed over to see if Justin was getting beaten up as he usually is (and likes it) by his older brother.

“Pee Wee is yelling at me!,” Nathan complained, then turned to Pee Wee to say, “Stop it, Pee Wee. It’s not funny!”

“AH!,” Justin responds with a scrunchy faced smile.

“See, Mommy?”

“Ah-aaaaa!,” Justin replies seemingly in satisfaction as he wiggles his entire body with a huge smile across his face. Apparently, he’s found a way to “beat” his brother in a game of “I am big, and you are small.”

In our house, every single one of the hundreds of toys is Nathan’s, including those Justin received for his birthday. Any time I give Justin a toy, Nathan would come and say, “No, Pee Wee! This is not yours.” Then, he’d stash it on the floor of his room. And, every time, Justin would look at his brother like, “Are you crazy?,” but have little coordination or mobility to do much else about it. So, he’d just sit there like a helpless lamb as he watches his brother walk away with the toy. But, today, Justin gave his brother a taste of his own medicine.

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