“I tripped on a curb at recess and scraped both my knees.”
This is a regular occurrence for him. It is not a surprise.
His twin sister responded, “Awwww buddy, I am sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
“What do you mean?”
(She is four inches shorter and ten pounds lighter.)
“I am your big sister, it’s my job to protect you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”
Clearly disgruntled, “You are one minute older than me. I don’t need you to protect me.”
I thought it was adorable. His knees are fine.