Most of the time, our boys get along. They have extremely different personalities, but manage to have a brotherly comraderie which I love.
That being said, I walked into the kitchen and saw Daniel standing there with only one sock on. When I asked him why, Jay jumped up and showed me that he also had just one sock on. The reason? They had started the "sticky-slippery" club. The socked foot allows for slipping across the kitchen floor while the unsocked foot sticks to the kitchen floor. (Notice, too, that they are dressed alike. I overheard the conversation in their room where they decided on what to wear. It was really cute.)
How have I made it this far in life without being a part of that club? I hope they'll let me join...