Wednesday - The Rivalry

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about how being a parent can bring out a competitive streak in a person. My stepsister has a son 3 months younger than my own son. In today's cut-throat world, we all strive to be above average. Average means not good enough to be any better. I am here to state for the record that my son is perfectly average. He is the average height for a boy of 17 months, he began walking at the average age and he is learning to talk at the average speed. He is smack-dab in the middle of the baby bell curve.

My step sister's son, Reese, is larger than average, is already stringing words together in little baby sentences ("Daddy go?"), and is on the well-above-average side of the bell curve. I'm starting to dislike the little man.

( But he has a nice personality )