A Bad Case of the Little Brothers
March 2nd, 2014
Recently, I hosted a free-wheeling play date for several of the kids’ friends. There were seven children rampaging through the house, ages 8, 7, 5, 5, 3, 3, and 11 months.
Yeah, it was wild.
The top four of those kids were girls, who immediately barricaded themselves in a bedroom with a big box of dress-up clothes. That left Buggie and a fellow blond-haired three-year-old ball of energy named A. to find a way to entertain themselves.
Their activity of choice? Harassing the girls.
Oh, yes. The dynamic duo harnessed all their Little Brother energy and tormented their big sisters and friends. They donned super-hero capes and chased the girls through the house. They barged into the dress-up room, stole costumes, and ran like the wind.
They were ultimately emphatically banned from the girls’ presence, a point underscored by the “Girls Only” sign that appeared on the door, along with this Wanted poster:
Yes, the boys had been renamed “Tattletale and Stink Bomb.” It was unclear which name went with which boy. Really, it could have gone either way.
Poor Buggie actually felt pretty sad to be shunned by reason of his gender (well, and age) and stood outside the bedroom, banging on the door and yelling: “Let me in girls!”
It was really the first time that his big sister had ditched him in favor of playing with her girlfriends. And although I did understand the girls’ desire to play on their own, I felt for him. It’s hard to be the little brother.