My little nephew, all of six, keeps his four older cousins on their toes, whenever the whole family meets up during the holidays.
It is fun to watch these four teenagers drop all their eye-rolling and headphone wearing behaviour to play games that my nephew wants. Games that mostly involve buses, cars, airplanes and a lot of role-playing and running around.
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He demands and gets their undivided attention, from the moment he is up everyday till he decides that he’s had enough.
And woe betide the cousin, who slinks away to do teen things. He goes after them and ensures that they get back to being drivers or pilots. But the older kids indulge their little brother every single time. They call him ‘their bundle of cuteness.’
When we all met up during the December holidays last year, my son and my nephew were engaged in playing games the entire morning. By lunch time, my son wanted a break. He pleaded with my nephew, who would not let go, and the boys ended up squabbling.
In just a few minutes, my son walked out and sat down on the couch, with a loud sigh.
My nephew came to me, clutching the right side of his chest and said, “Periamma, you know he (pointing at my son) punched me on my heart.”
My son jumped up to retaliate, “I did not” and then with his eyes narrowed my son said, “By the way your heart is on the left of your body, not the right, so this proves that I did no wrong.”
My nephew looked slightly taken aback, but was not going to back down. Very quickly he shifted his palm and placed it slightly below his right chest and said, “Ok, not my heart, but he punched my right lung.”
The entire household burst out laughing.
And very soon the two brothers made up and disappeared to play.
How quickly time flies.
And, just this week, my little nephew has a baby sister in his life. A tiny, pretty doll, whom he adores.
He has transitioned smoothly from being a little brother to being a big brother. He spends all his free time looking after her, cooing to her and generally showering her with love.
Time flies, kids grow, but our love only gets deeper for little, big brothers and their even tinier sisters.