They both request books, and although I can squeeze them onto my lap, I cannot read two stories at once.
They both want to hold the remote for the radio controlled car. They both want to push the elevator button. They both want whatever toy Tucker is playing with.
I work to negotiate seemingly fair settlements, but as his will is thwarted, Tollie's tone grows increasingly agitated. It’s like he arrived in the world outraged to discover that his brother got here before him.