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Different Children, Different Characters

Here's the scene:  I am sweeping the dining room floor and one of the boys has to pass through the area.  There is a conspicuous pile of dirt, dust bunnies, and grody leftovers that I am sweeping into.

Soren's response:  He will walk right through the dust pile, all the while talking in an unending stream about his latest obsession.  His path ends at the couch, which he will climb up on and slightly bounce on, without taking a pause to breath.

Carl's response:  He will drive Sven's walker right through the dust pile at maximum speed.

Sven's response:  He will crawl up to the dust pile and pick up the dried up food items one by one, sticking them in his mouth to suck up any residual flavor.  If something is gross, he will take it out of his mouth and put it--not back on the floor!--but in my dustpan.

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