Connor has it pretty good around here, but there is no question that being the smallest boy can be tough. We had one of Jamie's friends and his parents over today. Generally, they were pretty nice to Connor, although there was a brief game of "Let's battle Connor," which we out a stop to quickly. The main thing that is difficult for Connor is that things simply move too fast, try as he may to keep up. This is most obvious of course when we set off for the pool and the two big boys are off down the block in a flash, with poor Connor a mile behind them, his little legs whirring away desperately.
But we saw another vivid example after dinner. The boys each had a brownie for dessert, but of course wanted more. Approaching from 3 directions they swooped in on the plate where there was just one brownie and some crumbs left. First they tried to con us into leaving the room, but somehow we saw through their ploy. So, Jamie and his friend now knew the brownie was off limits but yelled "Crumbs" and charged forward, little fingers grasping everywhere. Connor meanwhile echoed the call and went straight for the brownie. Admirable ambition, but I swooped in and put it out of reach, so he turned to a larger crumb. Jamie grabbed this so Connor moved to another smaller one only to see that swiped by the friend. He was just moving in on the only remaining, miniscule morsel, a single grain of brownie, when the tip of Jamie's finger came in and picked it away. This all happened in the blink of an eye and poor Connor just looked bewildered. Don't worry, the boys soon tore off like a swarm of locusts to lay waste to another field and I gave Connor a good bite of the remaining brownie.
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