DestructaBoy absolutely worships the Diva, following her around the house (in a slow but steady leopard crawl) and killing himself laughing whenever she does something different/repetitive. And the Diva thinks he’s pretty awesome too. She’s happy to go to great lengths clowning around to amuse him and loves showing him off to anyone near enough to be subjected to “This is my brother. Look at my brother. He’s a baby boy. He’s so cute and chubby. This is my DestructaBoy. Do you have an DestructaBoy? I have a nice DestructaBoy. he’s my brother”… repeat).
When we were kids we alternated between being best mates and trying to kill each other (damn near successfully a few times). Now that we are adults I get on brilliantly with my sister but haven’t spoken to my brother in many years. We’re too similar and its all just too hard. I know our estrangement is uncomfortable for the rest of the family – although hopefully easier now that we live on different continents and they can pretend its due to distance ;).
I’m so enjoying all the sibling love in the house and I am dreading the day when they decide they can’t stand each other – it feels inevitable.
Do you get on with your siblings?