I was reading the boys a book, and they were sitting on either side of me. Jude said, "Where brudder?...DERE! Dere brudder!...Tickle brudder!" and wiggled his little fingers. I said, "Ha! If you want to tickle him, you'll have to get closer than--" and Jude launched himself across my lap and slammed Ezra flat on his back. They both cracked up and I said, "That wasn't a tickle, that was a tackle!"