We have three boys. (Yes, I know. Condolences appreciated) One and Two are very close and have a love/hate relationship with number Three. One and Two were in the bedroom bouncing off the walls while the Preacher and I were trying to have five minutes to catch up at the end of the day.

Preacher: "Guys! Go out for just a minute so your mom and I can
talk! The next boy I see in my room is getting a whippin'!"

One and Two (from the hallway - all sweet and suspicious): "Hey Number Threeeee! Why don't you go see Dad in his room??"

Can't you just feel the love..??