Hazel drew this picture the other day of our family:
You can see that we're all there, we're all happy--oh except--what's that Julian is saying?
Oh, yes, he is screaming, "Parley!" because that's what he does.
All day long.
I remember this stage with my younger brothers. The older of the two, Chuck, would quietly bother the younger Danny, and Danny would scream and scream. It drove us all nuts and we were constantly reprimanding Chuck and demanding that he leave Danny alone. Sometimes he was clearly guilty, but other times, he claimed innocence--promising he wasn't near Danny. But ultimately, being the older of the two, he seemed to get most of the blame.
Now I find myself yelling downstairs to Parley to leave Julian alone. But lately, Parley is clearly offended by my reproaches, swearing he didn't do a thing to Julian. I'm starting to believe him. While sitting and watching a movie together, Julian growled at Parley and screamed his name when anything he didn't like happened to him.
The couch cushion pushed into him a little bit--"Pa-ey! No, Pa-ey!"
Water spilled on him. "PA-EY!"
Poor Parley has even resorted to speaking to Julian in a high baby voice, saying things like, "You can have this car Julian."
Which Julian interrupts, "No Pa-ey! No!"
Now I yell down to Julian a lot. "Leave that Parley alone! Stop screaming at your poor older brother!"
But I'll tell you what, we're all watching what we say around here--you never know what Hazel is going to draw tomorrow.