When my brothers were still toddlers, my parents would always buy toys for the two of them. I always find myself acting as the mediator whenever they quarrel over some stuffs like the remote control helicopters. My father bought this toy for our youngest brother and the brother next to me had the middle child syndrome wanting to get that toy for himself. It was always that way not until they grew up and ceased playing with toys and so is the ceaseless quarrels as well.
I wish you blue skies and all things nice,
