My mom says that when I was little my brothers wouldn’t let me play with them (they were 3,4, and 5 when I was born) so I would beg and beg and they would tell me no or they would give me something stupid to do as if I wouldn’t figure out that I wasn’t actually helping them fight off the bad guys by coloring on a piece of cardboard. She says that after a little while (once they had invested a good amount of time in building their castles and war zones and such), I would come in and just destroy everything in one quick swoop. Hahahah!

She said it was like Godzilla style. I would apparently start back a little ways and then all of the sudden just take off running, arms failing and wipe it all out. Being smart, even at 2, I would continue running…straight to my Dad! Hahahah!

Then the boys would cry and I would try to be super cute and would typically get away with it.

They really should have just let me play with them!