They tell me that they are too old to be called butterbeans. Fortunately, they get distracted easily so I can usually still get away with calling them my butterbeans.
My oldest is almost 8. He is a great biggest brother.
My middle butterbean is 5. He takes his job as big brother and little brother very seriously.
Here is my youngest butterbean. Doesn’t she look like an angel?
Looks can be deceiving.
They fight together, play together, scheme together. One minute they are best of friends. The next they are worst enemies. But one thing is for sure….they will alway have each other.