Brotherly Love

Every summer each of my children get to spend a week at Grama and Papa's all on their own. A little one on one time with the grandparents for them. A little taste of what it's like to only have two kids for me. My oldest two have already had their weeks and this week it's my baby's turn. (And when I say baby, I mean my four year old who is going on twenty!)

In our kitchen we have a bar-like area as part of our counter top. The kids love it! They each have their own special seat they sit in every time they are up there. After I finished making dinner last night my husband sat down in my oldest son's spot and told him to go sit in my youngest sons since he wasn't there. He pouted but obeyed his daddy and moved to the other end.

After dinner he says to me, "I want my brother to come back home."

I thought, How sweet, he misses his baby brother. His grandparents had said they seemed pretty attached this weekend.

I said, "Oh do you miss him?"

He looks at me like I'm crazy and says, "No, but if he comes home he'll have to sit in his seat. Then I can have mine back."