Setting the record straight when you have siblings

After kindergarten today the teacher came up to me laughing and laughing. She said during their morning sharing time she had my son on one side of her and his little Aussie buddy on the other. The children were all telling the class something about their day, evening, life, big thoughts, whatever came to mind. The exchange between my little guy, who has three siblings, and another boy from a family with four children had her in stitches.

When it was my son's turn, we'll call him Book'em, he said, "I fell down the stairs yesterday, but I'm okay. No bruises or cuts. I didn't cry."

She said all the kids murmured their concern except for his little pal, who moved here with his parents and three sisters from Australia last spring. This little guy peeked around the teacher and asked Book'em, "So did your little brother push you down the stairs then?"

And Book'em responded quickly, "No. Not this time." To which is pal said, "Ah, right. An accident then."

Life with little siblings. Sometimes you just trip and sometimes you're pushed.