‘JJ, no!’ Ted will protest, which only eggs JJ on to pull on the book harder, eventually releasing his vice grip when mammy prises his chubby hands from the pristine cover tug-of-war style.
It often happens just as Ted has got to the penultimate page, and we, thankfully, have nine little pirates standing on the shore.The game only ends when my eldest either pleads for clemency or gives a more forceful pushback to JJ, who, rather than cry, squeals with delight.
Perhaps part of the reason Ted is so endlessly patient with JJ is that the little fella is obsessed with him, to the point that every time he enters a room, JJ goes full-on Beatlemania for his big brother, despite the fact he only lives with three family members, so there is 33% chance at all times that the person opening the door is Ted.
I am so happy they have each other, if for no other reason than it will give them a confidante to moan to about me in years to come, when I am threatening to collect them at the front door of the Junior Cert disco or giving out about their lack of Leaving cert prep.