Big Kid was allowed to stop after school and pick out a Gatorade. Mr. Ashley offered to open it for him but he said he wanted to wait until he got home so he could share it with little kid and that he was going to pour it in a cup for him.
When Mr. Ashley exclaimed over how sweet that was, he clarified that it would be a "weally, wittle bitty cup", but that he did plan on sharing and that it should still make little kid pretty happy.
Edited to add: Well, little kid wanted a refill and Big Kid said he already had too much, that he was really just thinking he'd have a very, very little bit and not as much as he got and that he wouldn't be getting any more. So little kid slapped at him and tried to steal the bottle and Big Kid started screaming that little kid was hitting him and whining and crying and has gone and locked him and his Gatorade in his room (aka sanctuary from little kid) and little kid is out here screaming.
So much for that.
Awww... so sweet.
You're making me think that sticking to one kid might not be the worst thing.
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