Children seem to love to fight and argue, and I believe that there is something ingrained about this behavior.
My oldest daughter was two when her sister was born. The baby seemed to understand that she and her sister were meant to battle it out, even before she was walking.
The two year old had just gotten one of those little multi-colored pinwheels and was showing her dad, who was holding her baby sister. Her chubby little hand snatched the pinwheel from her older sister. Not surprisingly, a tugging match ensued. Both girls had a firm grip on the handle. The toddler was firmly braced and yelling, the baby was staring intently and holding firm.
After a short but fierce battle, the baby suddenly opened her hand, releasing the handle. Her big sister flew into a pile on the floor. Angry but triumphant, the toddler gripped her pinwheel.
They’ve gotten older, but the battles still ensue. One of them always seems to have a something that the other has to torment them with.
