Heath is his name.
He is eternally sweet, for a four year old boy and danced with Ivy, in the kindy mosh pit.
When she refused him a fourth time because her father was buying her an ice block
he took it in his stride and moments later returned to her side
with his own water ice,
When you order up the same iceblock, in a four year old world,
it must be love.
Noah had been watching these interactions
and we his
with an amusement and sweetness reserved for parents of sisters with brothers
or in our case
sisters with a twin brother.
Heath and Ivy were sitting
enjoying each other’s company
when the brother sidled up to his father;
“I don’t like that boy sitting so close to my sister“, he hissed in protest to the scene.
“Does Ivy have a boyfriend?” Dave asked, leaning in close to his son, merriment dancing in his eyes.
“Yes” scowled the boy.
“What’s his name?” his father asked.
“It’s Noah” he replied, arms crossed, a deep furrow on his brow
and with that he went and sat with Ivy, almost on top of her suitor.
When there is a brother on the lookout, you barely stand a chance!