R has started climbing on top of everything and he knows he isn’t supposed to. He will actually start climbing onto the table and look back at me to make sure I am watching. If I say “no” he laughs at me and scurries up as fast as he can as if he is trying to get up there faster than I can catch him and pull him down. Once up there he stands up and throws his hands in the air and squeals with victorious giggles. He is quite the little instigator because J, our little rule follower, will climb up once he sees R do it. I am so tired of telling them “no!” so one day I said “you know what guys, one of you is going to fall and crack your head open and when you do, I am not taking you to the emergency room. You will have to live your life as the boy with the cracked open head.” So now, much to J’s delight, every time R gets up there, instead of following suit, J says “R, you know, you are going to crack your head open and I am not taking you to the emergency room.” If there is one thing J likes more than breaking the rules, it is being “good” when his brother is being “bad.”
My Everyday Life 