Bathroom at 6.45 a.m.:
Big boy: “Why do you look at me this way?”
Little boy: “What’s the problem?”
Big boy: “Stop starring at me.”
Little boy: “Did you get up with the wrong foot?”
Big boy: “You look terrible today.”
Little boy: “You’re in such a bad mood.”
Big boy: “I was in good mood before I met you.”
Little boy: “I don’t believe you. You started this.”
Big boy: “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Get your hair brushed.”
Little boy: “Leave me in peace.”
Big boy: “Your hair looks awful. Didn’t you look in the mirror.”
Little boy: “Get out of the bathroom. You’re disturbing me.”
Big boy: “You’re disturbing me. I was in first. You have to leave.”
Little boy: “Oh, you’re in such a bad mood.”
Big boy: “Leave me in peace. Otherwise I show you the way out.”
Little boy: “Let me go. Don’t touch me.”
Big boy: “It is your fault. You started all this.”
Little boy: “Shall I show you who is the stronger of us two?”
Big boy: “Stop beating me.”
Little boy: “It is your fault.”
Big boy: “No, it is all your fault.”
Little boy: “No… ”
Big boy: “For sure. Yours…”
Mother: “Stoppppppp! Come on… Breakfast is ready!”