Today I found the solution to the problem. In a fit of desperation and a little rage, I decided that the boys would now share a room. Forcing them together like cell mates will surely bring them together and bonding time should naturally follow. At the very least a joint hatred of me for putting them both in this situation.
|The lads better enjoy sharing *shakes angry fist*|
So that would be excitement enough for one day - mad Mum on a rampage - but no. While we were busy Nate decided to make himself some toast. It went on fire. I didn't know bread was flammable but it is. The smoke was so thick I was choking on it while getting the kids out of the house. It hasn't deterred him, not in the slightest. He snuck back inside while it was still smoky to make some more. Plugged the burnt toaster back in and everything.