Love Hurts

That phrase never rings truer than when you're talking about brotherly love.  While getting ready to go swimming, I asked the boys to let me take a few photos of them in their new swim suits.  There was a warm embrace, and then suddenly, BB mauled DD, grabbing his head and squeezing his cheeks together while DD giggled.  It was like an episode of When Animals Attack.  You know the possibility is always there but you never think it's actually going to happen.  And then it does.  With eery swiftness.  

I wanted to show you this little scene lest you thought all of the abuse flowed only one way in this house.