I was making dinner when I heard this.
Tornado S: Tornado A, no! Those are my toys! You can’t have them! No, Tornado A! No, Tornado A! A, those are MY toys! Tornado A, stop that! Tornado A! Tornado A! Are you listening?! No, Tornado A!
Tornado A was crawling all over Tornado S to get to the Star Wars figures. Sometimes having a little brother is tough. I should know. I had two.