I am sitting here right now listening to my three girls and my brother’s three children screaming in the basement. It is not the screams of fear or the screams of pain. It is the screams of war! They are attacking Uncle Nate. It might be a little morbid of me, but I hope the kids win! I am no longer bigger than him, and can’t beat him up myself. Is it wrong to hope the kids give my “little” brother a run for his money? It started out with my oldest taunting him with “you can’t get us!” Which included a tongue sticking out and a hip wiggle. Go Babies! Get Him!