Eli and Maria raced upstairs to see who could get their pajamas on the fastest. As the two come down the stairs, they are surprised to see their sweet little brother throwing a temper tantrum. Sibo, as some family members call him, sees his siblings teaming up together in order to lure the four-year-old into bed. As the trio try to capture the little rascal, a hot pursuit begins. Running and circling the couch and kitchen island, the event gathers momentum. With tears streaming down his face, the child loses steam and is caught in the hands of his oldest brother. The kicking and screaming has begun… Arms flailing and feet kicking, the youngster is sat onto the counter. In a blink of Samuel’s eye, the boy gets loose of his brother’s grip. Standing up abruptly, he spies his weapon. The decoration on the middle of the island, fake apples, pears, and oranges. Doesn’t get more classic than that. Weapons of mass destruction... Chuckling, the trio thinks, “This ain’t no big deal- Seriously? A tiny four- year old and some fake decorations? What a joke… No worries mom and dad, we got it under control!” Then the release of the first bomb is ejected from the tyrant
Eli and Maria raced upstairs to see who could get their pajamas on the fastest. As the two come down the stairs, they are surprised to see their sweet little brother throwing a temper tantrum. Sibo, as some family members call him, sees his siblings teaming up together in order to lure the four-year-old into bed. As the trio try to capture the little rascal, a hot pursuit begins. Running and circling the couch and kitchen island, the event gathers momentum. With tears streaming down his face, the child loses steam and is caught in the hands of his oldest brother. The kicking and screaming has begun… Arms flailing and feet kicking, the youngster is sat onto the counter. In a blink of Samuel’s eye, the boy gets loose of his brother’s grip. Standing up abruptly, he spies his weapon. The decoration on the middle of the island, fake apples, pears, and oranges. Doesn’t get more classic than that. Weapons of mass destruction... Chuckling, the trio thinks, “This ain’t no big deal- Seriously? A tiny four- year old and some fake decorations? What a joke… No worries mom and dad, we got it under control!” Then the release of the first bomb is ejected from the tyrant