Jealousy

Yesterday was Father's Day. In honor of the occasion, the boys and I went with Papa Bear to spend the day with P.B.'s family. We went to a Japanese restaurant to have Sushi for lunch. It took a super long time for the food to arrive and by that time, some of us were ready to pull our hair out...I don't want to name any names, but it was P.B.

When I was done eating, I held baby D (the boys' 8 month old cousin) so that everyone else could finish their meal...and so I could hold him. D is so cute and chubby. Anyway, B took one look at the baby on my lap and immediately began to SCREAM for me...in the middle of the restaurant. Not at all embarrassing. B started trying to climb out of the highchair and when P.B. removed him, B started squirming out of his arms. B then walked around the table crying, "Mommy, mommy, mymie, mooooooommmmy!" until he got to me and I picked him up.

B calmly turned towards D, with a huge smile on his face, and pointed out the baby's facial features. But, just as soon as I thought all was settled, B turned around and tried to shove baby D off of my lap. When I stopped him from actually pushing the baby, B became very angry and said, "No. Mine!" Apparently, I am his possession.

I'm almost ashamed to say that B's jealousy made my heart a little bit glad...almost, but not quite.