In My House Right Now

I have just escorted the boys back to bed for the third time. I explicitly stated, in my most threatening voice, "No touching, no talking. Go to sleep." See, I keep putting them in the bed and they keep getting out. (This is where confinement would come in handy.) Well, Matthew, mostly. Then Brandon feels the need to inform me that Matthew is out of his bed. Sometimes this is a good thing, as when Matthew is attempting to run out the front door, stick something in an electrical outlet or dismantle the computer. But most of the time, I think Brandon enjoys getting out of bed to tell on his little brother.

So what's going on? Brandon is repeating over and over "Sidekick!" while Matthew is giggling. I imagine there's some kind of kicking going on. However, no one is complaining. Yet. It's only a matter of time, though. Someone will kick, hit, bite or destroy property. There will be tears. (Maybe my own.) I'll have to threaten violence.

Brandon just informed me that Matthew was kicking him. I guess I better go referee.