It’s official- I’ve lost Hallie’s best friend status. It wasn’t but a short four months ago she would sit on my lap and tell me how cool I was and how much she loved me, and how we were always going to be best friends. She informed me yesterday, that Hunter is her best friend. How quickly children forget who brought them into this world…needless to say it melts my heart to hear her talk to him and tell him stories about her other friends and she always asks what he wants to play with, and she kindly brings him every toy imaginable. Everything is fine and dandy…

until Hunter kicks her, pulls on her hair, spits (drools) on her monkey, or eats her candy. (yes, she has an obsession with blaming anything wrong on the poor little guy.) And in a matter of seconds she turns on him, even to the point of hitting him- or in her words “feeling his cheek” (with her fist of course). I can tell they’re going to be the “best of siblings”.