Callin' out the older brother

Dinner time is always an adventure at our house - and tonight was no exception. The only difference tonight was that during Thomas' nightly ritual of loudly wailing his hatred of whatever meal is put before him, Mary Alice piped up with,

"You're a cry baby, Thomas."

Funny - definitely. But what makes this so unusual is that Mary Alice is only 2, is not yet out of diapers, and usually talks in a language no one understands but herself. She is definitely not in a position to be calling out the brother who is twice her age. But there it was, clear as a bell, and it made Thomas hopin' mad.

And I think it did him some good. She may reap the wrath of a belittled older brother's pride tomorrow, but bless her heart - she bought us a quiet meal and a clean plate.