It doesn't matter that his brother is twice as old and twice as big as him. Curly holds his own.
If Mo rips Curly's blankie out of his hands or knocks him down, the little guy bites the big guy's arm. Or screams in his ear. I'm not proud of this, and we've started doing short time-outs with him, but you gotta admit the kid is scrappy. Curly doesn't cry to Mama, he takes matters into his own hands.
Just yesterday we were having a picnic. Curly got mad and stomped on Mo's peanut butter sandwich! He's also squirted out Mo's juice boxes and stole his brother's food right off his plate. Once I saw him dump a bucket of water over Mo's head in the bathtub.
I can only imagine what's coming next.