Peace

As a little brother who is three, Harry is an endless supply of annoyances to his big sister. His imperfect elocution, his obsession with all things TRAIN, his habit of standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TELEVISION....all is reason for Sophie to yell, multiple times a day, "HA-REEEEEE!"

The other day, we were getting in the car and Harry was trying get Sophie and I to talk about trains by asking us who our favorite engines were. I said my favorite was the one that keeps you occupied for 20 minutes at a clip Toby. Sophie just rolled her eyes in response. Harry said "My favorite is James!"

Sophie once again rolled her eyes and said "Ugh. You always say that! Why do you like HIM so much?"

"Because he is a SPLENDID engine!"

The funniest part of the whole exchange was not Harry's three-year old pronunciation of the word "splendid" but his tone. It was more "he's splendid and that's that. This conversation is now over, thank you very much." And for the first time in a long time, Sophie really couldn't come back at him with anything better.

And for 5.3 seconds, peace was enjoyed by all.