It can be tough having a little brother. Especially a two year old little brother. The girls will get seriously involved in a project...dressing up, playing make up, etc when in walks Tate and everything falls to pieces.
Tonight Reese was building some sort of contraption with our large foam alphabet squares. Unfortunately her back was turned just long enough for Tate to come along and undo her creation.
"TATE!" she hollered. "WHY DO YOU DO THINGS LIKE THAT?!?".
I was only half involved in their little spat and as they started beating each other with the squares I absently answered, "Because he's two....".
She wrung her hands in exasperation and spat out, "Why can't you be three?!".