Max is a great big brother, and he loves Kira. He will tell you so himself. But he is also almost three (which people say is harder than two) and really missing that 5% of attention that 'low-maintance Kira' gets from her parents these days.
Poor Kira is sick, and Max was so well-behaved when we took her to the doctor. On the drive there Max said that Kira could have his dinasour so that she wouldn't cry. So sweet. He handed it to her a few times, only to reclaim it seconds later, screaming, "No that's mine!" After the absurd two hours we spent there, Max earned himself a reward/present for his outstanding behavior, as well as the first night of Hanukkah. When he unwrapped the "little guitar" that "Florida Grandma" sent, he was elated. He played a few songs, imitated Miss Nell's Tot Shabbat routine, and danced. Then he took a swing. At Kira's congested little head. Now she has a battle scar on her bald, seven-week old head, and Max is down a guitar.
Model patient
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