literally this day the boys were in the backyard fighting over a spaghetti spoon in the backyard. A spaghetti spoon that they wound up breaking. When Nicholas told me he would get me a new one and I asked with what money, he replied: I will fly away to Ironman and get you an Ironman spoon mom. To which I countered: Ironman has free spoons?
Look at Ben, cool as he can be, aiming and calm in the firestorm. That comes from having three siblings continually knocking you down and taking your stuff.