It was inevitable

The boys had their first fist-fight last night.

The oldest child got the best of it until mom entered the fracas and then he lost.

Not sure what happened. I was tucking Stinkerbelle in bed when Child No. 2 whined that he couldn't get the toothpaste on his toothbrush. I asked the oldest to go take care of it. Next thing I know, I hear lots of yelling and the oldest tattling that little brother was screaming and hit him. I was laughing because it just seemed funny to me.

I resume tucking the baby in when I hear a melee of things moving, screams, punches and then crying from little brother.

I'm not sure what started it, but what I managed to get out of both boys was that No. 2 screamed and hit No. 1. No. 1 hit No. 2 back. Not sure who did what next, but No. 1 smacked No. 2 in the face. That is a big no-no.

No black eye this morning, thank goodness. I was a little concerned about that. Both are grounded from video games and the only TV they can watch is what baby sister picks out. So, I'll be laughing as they watch Teletubbies and Blues Clues all day. Honestly, I figure they'll all three be mosquito food outside tonight.