Tonight, Mom had to go downstairs early to watch Survivor, because she is a die hard fan of such stuff. Anyway, I was upstairs reading bedtime stories to the kids. PJ was first, Sam, was second, and Anna was last.
When I started to read to Anna, I had to warn the two boys not to rough-house or carry on. "Guys - You can stay here if you are quiet, but if you fight or make noise I am going to send you to bed."
PJ looked at me, then to Sam, and then took him by the arm. "C'mon Sam" he said. Then he turned to me and said, "Sam and I are going into my ROOM to FIGHT." Then they started to walk out of the room, arm in arm.
Sam looked at me as he was leaving and said, "We are going into PJ's room to fight," and nodded his head at me.
But of course, by starting out with the objective of fighting, they couldn't help but play nice for the few minutes before bed.