So, when two little boys refuse to stop pestering each other at the dinner table, this is what happens:
They forfeit their right to sit at the table and they finish their meal in silence, with their backs turned to one another. (Breakfast was MUCH better the following morning).
And, when the same two brothers have an all out brawl in the bathtub (over a silly cup I might add), this is what occurs next:
They get to spend one minute standing back to back and then put up their bath toys and loose their privilege to play together in the bath.
Oh the joys of parenthood. I do feel bad for the boys and try to be as patient as I can because I am aware that they do not feel well, but sometimes enough is enough.