So I have two young boys in the house. Nick is 4, Sam is 8 months.
While we’re in the car driving home tonight, Sam starts laughing hysterically. I ask Nick what he’s laughing at.
Nick ignores me. Sam keeps laughing.
I glance in the rear view mirror, and I can see Nick’s arm moving, but I can’t see what he’s doing. (Because car seats are roughly the size of a suitcase.)
Sam is still laughing, but Nick’s arm movement looks pretty fierce.
I say a little more strongly, “Nick? What are you doing?”
He sits up straight and says, “Nothing, mommy! I don’t want to tell you!”
Yeah, like that’s going to cut it. Just as we’re pulling to a stop in front of my house, I say, “What were you doing to Baby Sam?”
He says, “Nothing! I was just making him laugh!”
I get out of the car and open the side door. Baby Sam is still giggling at Nick, but there’s a red mark on his forehead. I ask Nick again how he was making the baby laugh.
Nick heaves a big sigh and says, “I was punching him in the face.”