"Pretend that you're a robot maker, and that I'm your robot."
"I'm the best robot, because I can say my ABC's, and get you sodas, and play 'squish.'
"I love 'squish'."
"I can read a little bit, and sing songs. I give the best robot hugs. Also, also I can kick a ball and play squirt guns, and figure things out inside my brain. So can I be the best robot?"
The rest of this conversation is not your business. Max's reaction to his little sister is apparently taking the form of robotic queries. I assured Max that I loved all my robots, and that he was way more advanced than any of the other robots that I, the Robot Maker, had made. Shortly after this, we kicked the ball around a little more, got some lunch and ice cream, and spent some good bonding time together.
I never had siblings, and I was glad. My parents were divorced and my dad traveled on weekends, so trying to navigate the life I had growing up would have, in my opinion, sucked a lot more if I had had to do it with someone else. I preferred to be self-reliant. My wife has a brother, and almost everyone I know has some sibling experience. Not me. I have no idea how this is going to shake out, but I'm going to find out. Max is used to having all my attention, and now he has to share. He is four and a half, and while a good kid, sharing is not his strong suit, not yet. He seems to like Abby in theory - he wants to make funny faces and duck noises to make her feel better and give her presents - but he's also tired of being asked about her already.
Yes, it's only been four days. But it's hard not to read anything into this. Should be an interesting summer.