For over five years we only had two children. It was ideal. A girl. A boy. When we brought Seth home from the hospital Ellen took charge. That baby boy was all hers.
For years they played “Bears and Dogs” which meant they played with stuffed bears and well, yeah, stuffed dogs. They didn’t need anyone else interrupting their play time. I was a very lucky mom to have two kids that got along so well together.
Watching them cling to each other as they ice skated reminded me of the two little kids that never liked to see the other one get in trouble or get hurt.
However, this scene reminded me they are both teenagers and delight in their sibling’s pain and agony maybe a bit too much at times. What happened to the “Bears and Dogs” days?