My two oldest boys tend to beat the snot out of each other.
They hit, punch, karate-chop, kick, jump on, pinch, and even occasionally bite each other.
It doesn’t even take any sort of provocation.
One can be sitting there, quietly playing and the other will attack.
Or, rather: brothers. Since they don’t do this with their friends, only with each other.
Unless there is bloodshed, I tend to let them resolve it themselves.
I can’t step in every single time they do something to one another(um, except for the biting).
But, this morning, I came downstairs with Cub to find Monkey and Bear cuddled up on the couch together.
Bear, lying with his head on Monkey’s shoulder.
And then Monkey said, “I love you, Little Bear.”(Bear’s full name, you know)
And Bear replied, “I lub you, too, Monkey.”
I wish I’d had my camera, or actually, my video camera, so that I could watch it over and over again during all the times that it appears they are trying to kill one another.