Ahhhhhhhh...nothing like brotherly love!

So what do you think happens when I leave two little boys in my room to watch TV while I get some work done around the house? They were very quiet for a while, then I heard them coming down the stairs. So I went to see what was up. They had done a makeup job on each other. It was so great. But hey, they didn't get any on the carpet or the walls.




Then a little later that day they are downstairs playing and I hear them fighting, but they fight a lot and I usually let them work it out. There was lot's of crying along with the fighting. Then it was quiet. Then it starts back up, but I hear my friends (Robyn) little boy screaming also. So I go downstairs. Ryder is looking very guilty, Mason is holding his head and screaming, and Peyton is riding the rocking horse with blood all over him. He just says, "hey, mom" when I come into the room. I think Ryder went on a hitting frenzy. Mason couldn't stomach the blood. He was crying from getting hit, but then he would look at Peyton and gag. Again brotherly love.

Just had to throw this statement into the mix. As I was downloading pictures I see Ryder stuffing his pockets full of labels from the file cabinet. When I look at him he says "Nossing", holds his pocket and walks off. What am I in for?