Tornado S doesn’t like picking Tornado E up from school. I think he thinks we can just leave him there. It’s a nice thought some days. As I convinced Tornado S into a jacket, out of the house, and into his car seat, I chatted.
Me: Now, we’ll get Tornado E, baby.
Tornado S: I not baby! I a big boy!
Me: Yes, you are! And soon you’ll be a big brother too. Would you like to be a big brother?
Tornado S: I no big brother! I Tornado S!