I don't have a sister so the concept of sibling rivalry is totally lost on me. Since the boys have always been as different as night and day, I naturally thought they'd have their own sets of friends and want to do totally different things. Wrong. They really dig hanging out with each other. They both still adore football. And much as I try to yak on and on that it's not about who wins, my reasoning doesn't always win.
On many nights right before we doze off I have to deal with bedtime prayers such as this:
Mak: Thank you, Papa Jesus for letting me beat Tato 4-1.
Tato: Thank you for the side tackle on my brother so he couldn't make the last goal.
And I say a little prayer myself asking the Almighty to stop me from strangling them both in their sleep.