Big brothers. They can usually be relied on for a good fart joke, a knuckle sandwich, and a cold, hard truth.
And this little-big brother is the King of Truth Bombs.
The younger brother is crying at the table. Somewhere between his afternoon snack and watching Sesame Street on repeat, his stress levels went through the roof. He is in tears, making those lovely wordless words that only kids can make when they are distraught.
His calm, articulate big brother sits next to him. “Did you have a nap today?”
Wahh wahh wahh “I didn’t!”
Cue the truth bomb: “Because you need one.”
BOOM. Big brothers. So full of advice. So lacking in empathy.
Too cute.
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How I loathe parents who sit there calmly filming their desperately unhappy children, and then share their private sadness for the mockery of others. Horrible. Here's a thought, put the effing camera down and pick the kid up.
Better hope they don't do the same to you when you're too old and vulnerable to stop them.
Great, so all that kid now has to do is cry to get attention.
Or, you could just treat it like the joke it is and give him a nap.