Why big brothers are necessary…they are interpreters…
Frack (to our beloved life saving babysitter): Do you know what it means when your bug is out?
Frick: He means when your fly is down.
Frack:  Oh yeah…

Because sometimes, the younger brother needs an interpreter…
Frack: Can I use your weights, I want to do fold-ups.
Mom: Fold-ups?
Frack: You know when you hold the weight in your hand, then fold-up your arm.
Mom: That’s one way to describe it…

I used to be a pacifist…really
When the kids were younger, we were so concerned about what they played with. We made sure that we didn’t have any type of “weapon” style toys. We went as far as not even talking about it. No instrument of destruction would ever be in our house! If we did talk about guns, they were referred to as blasters or something more creative.

But now that they are in older, we seem to be a bit more lax about it. Just now the boys came running by. They were headed outside to play with their Nerf toys. As they head out the door with all of their Nerf hardware, I called after them, “Now make sure you have enough guns for everyone, ok?” How did we come to this?