Tyler came barreling into my room, tears flowing, and he was screaming, "Momma, Ethan hurt. Ethan hurt." He was panicked! I ran out and found Ethan's arm jammed in the treadmill. Luckily I kept a cool head but poor little Tyler LOST it. He just stood right next to the captive Ethan and bawled and reminded me every TWO seconds in a voice near hysteria to, "Get em out Momma! He hurt!"
This is a little boy whose purpose in life is to torment and tattle on his brother. If Ethan wants to watch Nemo - Tyler wants Cars. Ethan wants spaghetti - Tyler needs chicken nuggets. Ethan wants the light on - surprisingly Tyler now hates the light. As sad as I was to have to watch Ethan suffer in the treadmill I was actually happy it happened - they love each other!!! I guess I always knew it - somewhere deep inside - probably the same part of me that knows that one day my children will appreciate me, rise up and call me blessed, the same part of me that knows someday I will be able to take a shower with out someone throwing a toy inside or that eventually I won't have to beg them to wear underwear - you know that part that knows the truth but you won't believe it because it just seems to impossible!
Nothing - and I really mean nothing is sweeter than watching your kids love each other...and so this little experience today with Tyler hurting for Ethan was precious...too bad it ended within 15 seconds of Ethan's freedom!