Standing in a queue in the bank, as you do, a young woman with a fairly well grown babe in a push chair, who was also queueing, was chatting to someone in front of me. By the level of of volume, I think she was wanting everyone to hear what she said, so, I did overhear.
Talking about the babe in the pushchair, the woman was insistent that, his sister really loves him, “she really does”.
She went on to say that sometimes ‘he’ (the babe) messes about a bit in her daughter’s room. He’s at the crawling age.
Getting irritated with this one day young daughter stomped in to the kitchen and said, “Daniel is getting to me mummy, I want you to put him back into your tummy”.
My neighbour has a son and a daughter. The daughter is about three and a half years older. When daughter was aged about five, handwritten notices appeared on her bedroom window.
“Brother for sale, with all his toys”.