Last night at dinner, we were sharing highs and lows from our day. Zechariah said, tears cracking in his voice, "My low is:  today, someone called me ugly."
Naturally, I immediately flew into protection mode, telling Zechariah that not only is that ridiculous because he is a gorgeous human being but that the joy that radiates from his heart makes him even more handsome.
But as I spoke, I was cut off.
Seth broke in and asked, "Who said that?" What happened next is one of those moments where I just had to step back, stifle laughter, and watch as my children, these siblings, became love.
Seth explained to Zechariah how he was going to hunt down this fourth or fifth grader, and he was going to take-him-down.  Yes, that's right.  Seth is going to beat up that bad boy and teach him a lesson.  And I smiled.
I don't condone fighting.  Heck, we are practically pacifists over here.  In that moment, though, Zechariah needed outrage.  He needed his brother.  Seth came through with brilliant colors and the bond between those two knuckleheads was even further strengthened.
Ah, boys will be boys.   [Image]