As much as it is nice to think of a place where little boys are quiet and not beating the snot out of each other, when it happens I realize that it's just not right.
So when it happened yesterday, when Louie and Benny barely got off of the couch I realized how sad it is. They are meant to be rambunctious, wrestling around the house. That's what boys do. Or, at least, my boys.
That's when I knew that even though Ben had a bit of a fever this morning he was going to be just fine. Just fine, indeed.
The fighting began bright and early and things are pretty much back to normal in our house.