I have been letting the boys run around the house like monkeys because we're not going outside in this icy mess (because I'm a wimp) and I do realize that little boys need to expend their energy. We do not have anything in our house that is worth a whole lot so I'm not too worried if they break something.
Today the activity is tossing balls. I've convinced them that they should roll the ball, which they're OK with. Charlie wants to play with his older brothers and they won't let him because, like a puppy, he takes the ball and runs away.
Naturally, this upsets Charlie quite a bit and he (fake) cries and spits his Charlie language at them. THIS HOUSE IS FILLED WITH BALLS! and he wants nothing to do with any of them except the one that his older brothers are playing with. Naturally.
We've got our work cut out for us. Four months and counting, then Char-Bear isn't going to be the baby anymore. He has no idea what he's in for...