The old and the young

For several months now, I have been silently lamenting and imagining how having two older siblings was going to somehow rob Tiny of being little for all the time he is entitled to be little. Pitufo for that matter too. I shudder every time my little nonarticulator with the HUMONGO vocab erupts with "cool Mama!" about things that are, well, cool. But three is a little young to be arrested with that vernacular. So I have been catastrophically imagining what it will be like when Tiny is three or four and the two bigs are in school and just how it won't be "cool" as pitufo puts it to be little.
But then things changed. As I watched Notorious rolling wrestling Tiny on the floor. Drinking his (notorious's) juice out of a sippy cup meant for a 6 month old...and it is then that I realized this...
Tiny will certainly be exposed to things that Notorious never was at his age. But just as Tiny gets to see and be big sooner, Notorious and Pitufo will have carte blanche to be little for a very very long time.
And that night, I slept just a little more peacefully...