Brothers

Yesterday Jude came running into the house.  He was crying and yelling, "Joel hit me!  Joel hit me!"

Joel was close behind.  He was crying, too.  "I did not!  He's lying!  He hit me !"

I asked, "Joel, did you hit Jude?"

"No!" he insisted.  "He's lying!  I kicked him, then I pushed him down!"

With just seventeen months between them, Joel and Jude are the best of friends and the worst of enemies.  Sometimes they flip flop between the two twenty times in one day.