Little brothers: the quintessential pain in the ass. Ask my daughter and she will tell you there are exactly 0.00 benefits to having a little brother. As someone with two older sisters and no brothers, I beg to differ.
One day, I hope to get this delicate balance figured out. How to spread my attention between both kids so that I can applaud the efforts of a home run while simultaneously coaxing the other child away from that over-eager dog at a nearby tree.
These boys don't often cough up love for one another, but when I catch these fleeting gestures -- one boy calls, the other answers -- I feel the strings pull taut. I think that maybe, just maybe, I've managed to give them a family.
No matter how elaborately your neighbor organized her daughter's lemonade stand, no matter how perfectly manicured your sister-in-law's nails are and no matter how many runny-nosed children your best friend manages to entertain in her minivan, there is no supermom.
As any parent knows, "it's not fair" seems to be the complaint of choice when children feel the slightest sense of injustice in their life, particularly when they think that their sibling received more than they did.