The other night Ocean got himself into some trouble and got sent to bed early. It was only 15 minutes until bedtime anyway. Fifteen minutes later, as I lay Dene down for bed in the bottom bunk, Ocean was still throwing a fit up in the top bunk. Dene in his 2-year-old hardly-understandable little voice happily began to chant "Give him a swat! Give him a swat!" His little foot and a half long arm was swinging back and forth like a pirate. "Give him a swat! Give him a swat!"
I told them both to go to sleep and once I was out of earshot I had a good laugh!
Sorry, Ocean, your little brother is rooting against you.
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