This morning I took the boys on the Starbucks run. (Our barista knows them well at this point.) Isaac is now into exploring the front yard when we get home, having thoroughly explored the house. So it can be tricky to get him into the house without carrying him in (which he’s less than thrilled about, being the independent, sophisticated, 2 days from 2-years-old). He likes to step over the small retaining wall. Or walk to the front door. Or pretend to run into the street. You know, kid stuff.
While trying to convince him that inside was the place to be, Besh calmly walked over to Isaac, turned back to the house and ran into the garage screaming.
Isaac, seeing his big brother do this crazy awesome game, did the same and ran after him.
As Isaac ran inside, I said, impressed,
Daddy: “Wow. Thanks, Besh!”
Besh: “Works every time.”