The Scapegoat

Big Brother comes into the kitchen, crying and holding his stomach: "He bit me!"

Well, we know who "he" is. I walk into the family room to find Tank waiting for me, chin to chest, eyes peering up from the side.

Me: "You bit Big Brother? We don't bite."

Tank, pointing across the room: "Sister bit him."

Nice try, Kid, but I'm not buying it.

Sister's Random Statement of Fact

"You don't wanna mess with me."

Parenting Partner

After an hour by hour account of Big Brother's experience at his first overnight camp, he reluctantly went upstairs to take a shower with soap. 

Sister turned to me and declared, "Our big boy is growing up."

So glad she is here to help me raise these boys.