He wants up, he wants down. He wants in, he wants out.
And as his personal slave, I am all too happy to meet his demands and indulge in his whims.
“Yes, my tiny prince, I will do all these things over and over again. Should I toss you up in the air periodically and tickle your tummy, too?”
His dimpled smile melts my heart and ignites a white-hot flame of jealousy in his older brother.
When Baby Brother knocks the glasses from my face, I wag my finger and say, “Now I can’t see my naughty baby.”
Little Legs watches from a few feet away with a furrowed brow. He wants equal treatment for the same crime that recently landed him in a time out.
“Time out, Baby,” he declares, already a fighter of injustices everywhere, starting in his own living room.
He looks to me for action and seeing only a love-sick fool cooing at his brother, he takes matters into his own hands, quite literally.
Grabbing his brother under the arms, “Time out, Baby,” he explains as he attempts to drag him away to The Blue Chair.
“Release your brother!” I command and channel my inner Moses for this pharaoh-like face off.
He drops him with a thud that makes his brother cry and stares at me in disbelief.
Order is restored, however temporarily, yet again.
I remain the Leader of my small People.