“Mom!  Noah and Henry are teaming up against me.”  The monkey’s foam sword is dragging on the floor as he pulls off his storm trooper mask.

“Well, you are the oldest.”

“But I can’t defeat two little strong people.  A five year old and a three year old equal an eight year old!  And I’m only six!”

“Hmmm . . .” Must summon some serious Mom-logic. “But you’re so clever, I’m sure you’ll find the weakness in their defenses.”

His face lights up at this new complicated language.  “A ha! Of course. I will find the weakness in their defenses!” With that he charges off to the basement.

Phew!  Crisis averted.  Until three minutes later footsteps come rushing back.  It’s the six-year-old again.

“Mom!”

“Yes, honey?”

“Can you put on some battle music?”