Hawkins is fascinated by whatever the boys are enthralled with. Seriously. If they are playing with a plastic bag, he wants one too. Anyhow, experience has taught us that Hawkins should only play with Pokemon cards that Houston doesn't mind throwing away. Three year olds just don't have that same care and gentleness with the little slightly-thicker-than-paper cards as the seven year old who dotes on each one.
Houston had his Pokemon cards out on the ottoman. Hawkins began to curiously encroach. Houston, sensing his precious collection was in immediate danger, and just in the nick of time, jumped as a barricade between Hawkins and the cards. Hawk began to do whatever he could to get his grubby paws on one of Houston's treasures. Hawk leaned up against him, reaching over Houston's shoulder, around Houston's hip, and under Houston's arm. Fail. Houston had quickly transformed to a professional basketball center, stuffing his brother with each attempt.
Hawkins stepped up his game. He began to shimmy to the left, twist to the right. But now Houston was a linebacker and shut his brother down. Hawkins, now highly frustrated, resorted to what Hawkins does best. Yelling.
"Move your butt, Houston! Move your butt! MOVE YOUR 'TINKY (stinky) BUTT!"
Then he began to wail.
Houston prevailed in the end. Not a card was harmed in the production of this post.
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