It was a comforting thought during that blur of time when I was buying two different sizes of diapers, wrestling two car seats into the back of my car, and spending hours each night singing endless rounds of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” and “You Are My Sunshine.”
But the developmental milestones come so fast in those early childhood years that they were never quite able to be the best friends. The most I could hope for was that they would get along long enough for me to throw dinner on the table. There were days when even that was wishful thinking.
They were brothers through and through, alternating between playing together and scream-fighting with each other, often within the same day — or hour.
