Where I just shake my head at brotherly love.

Yesterday morning, (Monday of course), on the way to drop the boys off at day camp for the LAST MONDAY OF OUR SUMMER THANK THE LORD, ahem, I tuned out the radio and back into the yelling going on behind me. This happened just about the time that Will started calling me in his "I'm totally telling on you voice." "MOMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY! Drew told the boys at day camp that I was wearing Rescue Hero underwear!"

Cue me realizing that I needed to do some laundry. The Rescue Hero underwear, having been deemed no longer cool, resides in the back of his underwear drawer, for absolute emergencies only.

"Drew!" I started chastising. "Don't be mean to your brother in front of other kids. There's no reason for that."

But before Drew could respond with a defense, Will was breaking in with some additional details. "Oh, it's okay, Mom. I already got him back. I told everybody that he still has to bend over when he wipes."

I got nuthin.