I heard fighting (like I always do) and knew it was over a toy (like it always is).
Elijah was honest and said that he took the toy from Isaac's hand, so he knew he had to give it back.
He went into his room and started playing by himself. I didn't know what he was doing in there, until Laney whispered "Mom, come look at what Elijah is doing." I snuck into his room, and saw him doodling on his Magna-Doodle. I asked him what he was drawing, and even before he told me, I knew. I'm familiar with his work.
This little masterpiece is titled "NO TOYS FOR ISAAC!"
But please, little child, tell us how you really feel.
Siblings are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring - quite often the hard way.