Morgan had a fantastic time with her cousins in Charlotte. She surprised me. I thought she would not be too keen on Britt (the almost-3-year-old) and dig Chet (the 5-monther). It was the opposite.
Morgan and Britt played together a lot. They did fairly well. But, selfishly, I thought their fighting was more entertaining. Whenever Morgan had a toy that Britt wanted, he simply went up and took it from her. Morgan threw her head back and wailed. Britt would immediately go to another toy and pretend that nothing happened. He gives an excellent "Who? Me?" look when adults are around.
But Morgan would set Britt up. She would deliberately take his favorite toy and kind of parade it in front of him. He had a red play truck that he especially liked. As soon as he woke up in the morning, Morgan would DASH over to the toy and pretend to ADORE it.
Sometimes, when Britt was very upset, he would "bulldoze" her out of the way. He's built a bit like a fireplug and has the mass to outweigh her. A simple, slow, pushing seemed to work. Sometimes, but rarely, he would hit her and then dash away, quickly finding another toy. It was hilarious. *ahem* I mean terrible. Truly terrible.
Morgan would tattle on him quite a bit. That was a riot, too, because she kept calling him "that boy" or "Drew" for some reason. Could be the cause for his lack of listening to her... wrong name.
In any case, there was no doubt that everyone had their proper amount of testosterone and estrogen. A good time was had by both, generally speaking.
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