Tyson wanted a Peanut Butter and Honey Sandwich the other night...since that's his FAVORITE meal of all time. He insists on making his own. ALWAYS. That cute, little, whipper-snapper. Well, Emmett decided he wanted to make one, too. He pushed a stool up next to the counter where Tyson was and climbed up. I pulled out the bread for him and started to make the sandwich, and Emmett immediately insisted, "Iiiee ooo it, Iiieeooooit!" So, of course I let him try to do it and he mashes the knife into the bread and makes a hole, and doesn't spread the peanut butter around in the slightest. Eventually I persuaded him to let him help him just a little bit. Amidst this whole process, Tyson leans over, changes his tone of voice and quietly encourages his brother, " You know Emmett, when I was this age I couldn't make my own peanut butter and honey sandwiches, but then I COULD!"
I about died. It's so hilarious to me when kids think they're so old and experienced. I just love it. And it's so funny to me that my little Emmett, who isn't even 2, yet, thinks he can do everything his big brother can do. I love my children. They make my life!