Recently, I came upon an unexpectedly sweet moment between two of my boys. My oldest had just settled in on the couch with a good book when the 2 year old awoke from his nap, came toddling in, and asked for his brother to read him a book. My 13 year old set down his reading and pulled the diapered toddler onto his lap and began to reading a rousing edition of Thomas The Train. I tiptoed in from the kitchen to catch a glimpse of the unprompted sweetness.
I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me to see such a welcome of an interruption, considering my eldest is the first of 6 boys. And yet, it does, because he’s the oldest of 6.
