I'm titling this post after that song from the 90's by
Anywaaaaaays, my kids haven't really been given the opportunity to get jealous of each other just yet. They all have pretty much the same stuff (or at least the same amount of stuff), they get to do basically the same things, and they are (hopefully) treated by my husband and I the same way. With the exception of when they are sick. We all know that being sick when you're a kid has it's perks. Mom and Dad check on you a lot more than usual. You get a whole lot of snuggles and head rubbing. You get to sleep in a different room than your own; like on the couch in front of the TV or Mom & Dad's bed. You get to eat whatever you feel like, and it's usually something out of the usual food service choices in the house. You get the idea...
Last week my family was struck with the stomach flu. YUCK, I know. Joey had it early-on in the week, and I thought the rest of us had escaped it until Olivia started puking on Friday afternoon.
As soon as Joey realized that Olivia was sick, and my husband and I were tending to her in the same exact way we took care of him just 3 days earlier, he could not handle it. Within a 2 hour period, Joey had a "hurt in his throat," a "broken leg," and his nose "was starting to feel like it was getting a little runny."
Katelyn was no different. When she noticed a sick little Olivia propped up on Mommy & Daddy's bed watching Dora The Explorer, she dropped to the floor and said, "Mommy, I sick too," (She then proceeded to throw a temper-tantrum when I told her that she wasn't sick and would not be joining Olivia on the bed.)
It was amazing to me how quickly my kids caught on to the special attention one child might receive for being sick, and instantly felt like they needed to work to get my attention too. I guess it didn't take long for them to learn to feel jealous. Too bad they didn't learn how to feel compassionate for their sick sibling just as quickly.