DJ is four years older than Adam. This has always been a problem in Adam's mind. He was born believing that he is able to do anything DJ can. This creates immeasurable difficulty as Adam tries to navigate life. There are certainly things in which he excels, and DJ does not (like math), and Adam is driven in a way that DJ, who believes life was meant for relaxation and recreation, cannot comprehend. However, there has never been a time when Adam was close to DJ's size, physically. At this point in their lives, Adam is 5'6", and tips the scale at 125 pounds, and DJ is edging toward six feet and almost 200 pounds. The difference between their weights is more than a whole Tabitha.
Unfortunately for Adam, he believes he is as strong as his older brother. Last night Adam's scout group was playing a game called British Bulldog, which, as far as I can ascertain, consists of tackling as many people as possible for no fathomable reason. Adam invited DJ to join them, which he was more than happy to do. Adam decided to take down DJ, and ran at him with all his might. DJ, in defense, lowered his shoulder to stave off the attack, and collided with Adam's ribs.
Adam and I had more bonding time in our three hour emergency room visit. Fortunately, nothing is broken. He has a lovely contusion where he contacted the shoulder, and sprained cartilage (which I had no idea even existed), and is home today, trying to navigate breathing, movement of any kind, and lack of sleep.
Apparently, when Adam was a toddler, I forgot to teach him the difference between "big" and "not as big." We'll work on that.