Our computer modem sits haphazardly on the living room floor under one of the end tables. This house just isn’t set up very well, and we’re not going to be here long enough to care enough to do anything about it. So, there it sits. It’s really an eyesore. Except to the kids.
Now that Truie is semi-mobile and rolling everywhere, it is his goal in life to get under that table to the the blinking light on the modem.
It is Harley’s goal in life to prevent his getting there.
Har guards that modem like it’s her baby. Just the other day, she was minding her own business elsewhere in the house until she noticed Truie was getting dangerously close to her toy. She made a beeline for the modem and practically sat on it so Tru couldn’t get it. Or see it, for that matter.
That’s actually the closest she has ever been to the baby as a result of her own actions.
Ah, sibling rivalry.
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