Little Oliver was afraid the older boys would snatch the toys back.

Of course, every time he stole their toys, the consequences were the same. He would either get shoved down or whacked with a toy, followed by his ear-splitting wails echoing through the manor.

These aged one or two had not learned the concept of sharing yet.

They played together daily and fought just as often.

Connor, the one who had just learned to walk, was the worst. Though not the eldest, he insisted on being the boss and dared to bully his older cousins while also picking on the younger ones.

In short, he was a little tyrant.

The only one he feared was his twin sister.

When the siblings fought over toys, Connor always lost. He would throw tantrums while Chloe watched him cry triumphantly.

Losing to her repeatedly taught him early that his sister was not to be trifled with.

Another thing was that although they were too young to speak clearly, the kids already knew how to read the adults’ moods. They unders