I thought I'd share this story with you. The kids are home again today because of the recent snow storm. There's just enough on the ground for snowball fights and sledding! From the warmth of my kitchen where I was quietly enjoying a hot cup of coffee, I hear a distinct cry. Without even looking up, I know it's Ethan. I know he is not really hurt. I know he was (in his mind) wronged by his older brother. From the window, I motion for him to come to the garage door. I'm not venturing out into the cold based on the information my motherly instincts have already provided. Ethan enters, his face bright red and covered in remnants of snow. Tears are falling. I ask him what happened. Through his sobs he tells me that his big brother TJ tackled him and pushed his face into the snow. Knowing my children as I do, I asked Ethan what he did to provoke his brother. He responded that he "accidentally threw snowballs in TJ's face." "Accidentally", I asked. "How many times did you accidentally throw a snowball in TJ's face?" I asked with a chuckle. "Only three times!" he replied sincerely. With that, I dried his face, gave him a dry hat and sent him back outside. Brotherly Love!
