You can talk, you can talk, you can bicker, you can talk...

...you can talk, talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, BICKER!

I'm channeling my inner Music Man as I try to ignore "the Bickersons" (Little Brother and Adventure Boy) as they play just outside the (open) front window.

Little Brother's tired from an afternoon spent at the parish carnival, and Adventure Boy got here with a chip on his shoulder and is ready to argue about anything. It's not a good combination.

Time to break out the referee's whistle, I think. Or I could close all the windows, turn on the air conditioning, and ignore the whole deal. That is SO tempting.