Tonight, B hit D on the head with a stick, and D cried and came to me in another room demanding cuddles and sympathy. B followed in his toddle toddle way, husband put the stick out of reach and did a little “for show” lecture of B that was way too advanced for a 15 month old’s understanding, but placated D.
And about ten minutes later, D turned to me and said with a huge beam of pride “Mummy! Mummy! I didn’t wetaliate! When he hitted me, I didn’t wetaliate! That is so good Mummy! I need to go tell Daddy too!” Off he went to tell his dad, just absolutely stoked with himself for not hitting his brother despite being provoked.