At the park today, I overheard three-year-old Billy chatting with a mom that he’d just met:
“I went swimming with Jack yesterday.”
“Jack has a Spiderman bike.”
“Jack is at school right now.”
The woman asked:
“Is Jack your friend?”
Billy replied:
“He’s not my friend.”
“He’s my brother.”
And with that, Billy perfectly crystallized the male sibling relationship.
