Big brother

It's a good thing we have Alex to help us raise Jameson. I mean, sure, Jameson knows a lot more about Star Wars than most three year olds, but the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.

For instance, Jameson was being all sorts of obstinate and difficult a few weeks ago. He also had a runny nose and a cough... and with this kid, that usually means an ear infection. Never one to succumb to the normal symptoms like ear pain or a fever, with Jameson its all in the behavior.

Remembering our last trip to the doctor because of illness, I was loathe to go back. But then I remembered my secret weapon... Alex. When properly "motivated" (bribed is such a strong word) he can do no end of good in shaping Jameson's behavior.

For instance, the scale... usually a fight to get him onto it. But that day...

Look at how much fun the scale is, Jameson! I love standing on it!

OKAY, A-YIX. LOOK, I STAND ON IT TOO.

And the thermometer...

Don't worry, J... just stick it under your tongue. No big deal.

OKAY, A-YIX. NO BIG DEAL.

When there was a fear of getting on the exam table, a thoughtful nurse brought out crayons to color on the paper sheet covering it. Within seconds both boys were up on the table, coloring away. The doctor--oh the wonderful doctor!--even joined them in coloring for a few minutes before doing the ear check. By then, Jameson was so cheerful and happy from all the "Alex attention" that the exam was a breeze. The doctor declared him infection free and--get this--a model patient.

Oh, big brothers. Why didn't we have one to help us raise Alex through the terrible two's and three's? Stefan surely would have had far fewer grey hairs.