How Young is Too Young…

To let them fight to the death? I knew the day would come, but I really didn’t think it would be this early. Call me naïve, call me stupid, just don’t call me to break it up.

The Big One will be 3 next month and the Little One turned 1 a few weeks ago. I really thought it wouldn’t start until they were 2 and 4. I know, I know, I know, not so smart, huh?

We are visiting the parental unit for a few days. Actually we’ve been here and week and don’t know for sure when we are going home. The Husband is gone for work for a month so there is no big rush to get home {except for sleeping in the comfort of my own bed}.

Our nieces are older (18 and 14 (today Happy B-Day Niki!)} so the toy selection at grandma and grandpa’s house is limited. However, the Little One’s birthday party was down here a few weeks ago so there are a few new toys still here. Let’s face it, my house looks like Geoffrey {from Toys R Us} puked so we intentionally left some new cool toys here at the folks’ house to make our visits more fun. {that’s not to say grandma and grandpa aren’t fun, but sometimes you need something that lights up and makes noise to keep my kids entertained}.

So this morning I was reading a book to the Big One while the Little One happily played with some toys. The Little One decided she wanted to play with the new Pooh Bear Choo-Choo Train ride-a-long thing. {thanks, Aunt Tami}. At which point, the Big One decided that she needed to play with it also.

So what happened? The Big One, as usual, managed to push the Little One out of the way, hopped on the train and took off riding it around the living room. Obviously the Little One is not big enough to get on the thing by herself, nor is she fast enough to catch her sister. So the Little One did the only thing she can do. She channeled her inner demon and screamed like a banchee. I kid you not, the Little One is the sweetest kid in the entire world, so I was a bit surprised at where this shriek came from.

After the scream, she hightailed it after her sister. Of course she wasn’t going to catch her, but she tried. By then the Big One ran out of room to ride so she had to turn around and came toward the Little One and me. The Little One seeing the opportunity, pulled herself up on the train and took a swing at her sister. It was hilarious. {bad mom, I know but it was funny} Don’t be calling CPS on me, she had no idea what she was doing we don’t hit with closed fists in this house. She just wanted to let her sister know she was not happy and flailing her arms about is about her only defense.

If it’s starting this young, I can hardly wait for them to get a bit older and really start going at it.