I don't know what made me think it would be safe to indulge in a sea salt caramel truffle waffle cone only an hour after the boys were put to bed.  Bad idea. But it was calling to me.
   Mid bite...   "Mommom! He hit me weal hawd!"
                      "Why did you hit your brother?"
                      "He said he not like me. I HAD to hit him!"
Yeah, the ice cream was spotted and all hades broke loose.  I'm sure they'll all be in their respective rooms talking and laughing and wrestling for at least another 45 minutes. So much for going to bed early.