The Lad instantly stops crying when he hears The Boy. His eyes follow his brother around the room. As he becomes more alert, The Boy is more tolerant of this adoration. This morning, he listened for The Lad's cry and ordered the Daddyman to get him out of bed. He cuddled on the couch with him and included him in a game of firetruck on Momma and Daddy's bed.
Sometimes when we ask The Boy to rock or talk to The Lad, he does it eagerly.
"It OK baby brudder. Rocky, rocky, rock."
Other times, The Boy just looks at us and walks away as The Lad screams, as if to say, "That ain't my problem."
Three daycare ladies in a week commented about The Boy having a hard time with The Lad's arrival. I was a bit surprised. We thought he was growing accustomed to his brother. So, on the way home, I decided to go right to the source.
"Do you like The Lad?"
"So, you think we should keep him around?"
The Boy didn't respond immediately, but when I glanced in the rearview mirror, I saw his eyebrows raised, as if in shock. He removed his blanky from his mouth.
"We give The Lad away. We give him back."
I think they already have the quintessential sibling relationship.