The Difference Between the Little Emperor and Second Son

Or really, in our house, the difference between The Little Emperor (Wyatt) and that other baby who's second in line (what's his name?  Oh right, Landon).  

Right now, Wyatt walks around like he knows he's the Little Emperor.  He throws his weight around (literally), often pushing me out of his way, and for that matter, pushing Landon out the of the way, too.  He's also the only one that talks, and is not afraid to say "No, Ticky" or scream "Mine" at Landon.  He is sure-footed, knowing that Dina and Joe will cater to most whims and that if he shoves Daddy, he'll get a Time Out warning, and if he shoves Mommy, he'll be locked in the closet for an hour.  No, no, I'm kidding!  Don't call Child Services.  Seriously...Joe never gives him Time Out warnings!

Do you see the glint?  More like a stink eye here.

But I think it's best if Wyatt starts to watch his back.  Although Landon is smaller and still fairly spazzy (those fine motor skills are hard to come by), it's just a matter of time.  Landon has a glint in his eye.  And I've seen that glint before...in Dina's eyes.  So I know it's not good.  In fact, it suggests that there will be a day of reckoning.  To boot, Landon is my buddy.  Landon doesn't pull my tail, push me around, or for that matter, pick my nose.  He hugs me and pets me, and when I lick his face, he erupts into laughter.  And let's face it people, although I'm a dog that supposed to love everyone...well, I just don't.  

So Landon, my pal, I say let's chat.  You, me, at the crib during naptime.  And to Wyatt, I say, watch your back or at the very least, you best start dropping more food on the ground.