Yesterday the conversation at the dinner table between my four year old (Dante) and three year old (Cedric) turned nasty.

“You’re an alien.” Dante said to Cedric.

“No! I am not the alien, YOU are the alien.” Cedric refuted angrily.

“No! YOU are the alien!” Dante said while pushing Cedric’s shoulder.

“YOU ARE THE ALIEN, I AM NOT AN ALIEN!” Cedric screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Ok you guys! That’s enough!” I had to intervene, this was hurting my ears. “What’s wrong with being an alien anyways?  At least you get to fly in a spaceship!”

“Oh–” They said.

At least they had stopped fighting…for now.