Observing the interaction of sibling grandchildren arguing or in verbal disagreement proves how much nothing ever changes. Since each one of my sons have a boy and girl no more than three years apart in age, opportunity is abundant to jog past memories of my three siblings.
Closest in age is my sister Brenda. Two years and a couple of months older. Although her memory, as my protector when we were very young, seems to have enhanced more than two fold over these past sixty plus years, mine has not. In fact there is very little I remember about the numerous times she claims to have saved me from being "beaten up".
My recollection primarily involves the "disagreements" she and I had during the first ten years of my youth. Refraining here from details, but more so to the end result, which more often than not ended with playful pushing and shoving. As a skinny runt of a youth-until I blossomed in width a few years later-most disagreements would end after grasping her long blond hair and com e very close to removing a small, skinny handful from her scalp.
Long ago these disagreements have ceased, replaced with love and compassion....perhaps one area remains for which I avoid at all costs-politic party affiliation!
And then there is Bonnie and Dennis.............................