Giving Thanks for Brothers and Sisters
The other week, we asked my 12-year-old son babysit my daughter while we went out. I told him to make sure his sister went to bed at 9:00.
“Do I have to kiss her?” he asked. I paused. “Do you usually kiss her?” I asked. We’ve let him babysit a few times before. “Yes.” He said barely looking up from his Angry Birds like the pre-teen he is. So it seems, when we instructed him to put his sister to bed, he must follow exactly what we do and give her goodnight kiss on the forehead. Too sweet. I’m guessing he must also stand there and repeat “brush your teeth, brush your teeth, brush your teeth” over and over until she actually completes that task too.