I think we're doing something wrong

Matthew and I picked Andrew up from school on Tuesday and when we came home he immediately went over to his toys. Andrew was getting his homework in order and we heard the unmistakable crashing of toys being dumped on the floor. Andrew looked over toward the toy corner and admonished his brother, "Matthew really?"

Nonchalantly and with doe-eyed innocence, Matthew stated his case. "My birthday party is over, we can dump the toys out again."

Eo much for lasting life lessons.