This morning at breakfast, Aidan was a bit grumpy. He didn't want to go to school. He didn't want to get out of bed. He didn't want to eat breakfast. Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.
Aidan started to pick at Griffin a little bit and Griffin brushed him off with a big grin and said, "Now Aidan, don't go all crazy on the Griffy, okay?"
Our five year old, deftly managing his nine year old brother. I like it.
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