At the Dinner Table

It had been a day of bickering and poking and general mayhem between the boys.

M: C, stop annoying Mom!

C, mockingly: I'm the better child.

M, mocking right back: No, I'm the better child.

S, to M, in all seriousness: No, I'm the better child. You make bad choices a lot of the time, but I only make bad choices some of the time.

Then we all degenerated into laughter.