My younger two boys hate each other, they tell me. The big one is mean to the younger one. You know how it goes. The older they get the more insulting they’ve become and the richer the language used…
But the evidence here is quite the contrary…
They rarely seek the companionship of friends because they’ve always have been the best of buddies…
Now they are older they can trade insults with each other on Facebook when I object to the term ‘f-ing bastard’ flying about the place. Their voices are louder and deeper and knees get shoved into groins.
But the truth is still pretty clear.
This post is part of Tara Cain’s Photo Gallery Week 129 ’Bond’
What a lovely collection of photos of them over the years. Nice to see such a bond between siblings.
Gorgeous! I’ve written about my boys too and those photos remind me so much of my boys.