apple slices up on top

Lunchtime is always the same around here. Lucas gets a bowl with a peanut butter sandwich cut into halves with apple slices, peel on. Finley gets a bowl with a peanut butter sandwich cut into fourths with apple slices, peel off. Sebastian gets milk. Jason gets whatever is the easiest lunch option he can think up. And I get a plate of something that the boys immediately deem is the only thing they've ever wanted to eat ever.

Today I was distracted and accidentally put Lucas's lunch bowl at Finley's spot at the table and Finley's bowl at Lucas's. The boys sat down at the table and started eating. As usual they both started on their apples first. They were each about halfway through their first slice of apple when Lucas suddenly announced, "Finley, I think our bowls are switched. You have my lunch and I have your lunch."

Now, since they had already started eating the other's lunch, and in fact were still holding each other's half eaten apple in their hands, it was a toss up about what reaction would happen next. A wailing fit would not have surprised me too much ("HE'S EATING MY APPLE!!"). A whiny request for me to do some overly complicated fix would have been unreasonable but also not unexpected. A "Why did you give us the wrong bowl? (Finley echo: "Why give bowl?") How could you not tell? (Finley echo: "How not tell?")" would have been acceptable.

But no. Instead, Lucas handed his bowl to Finley. Finley slid his bowl over to Lucas. They both held out their half-eaten apple slice to the other, exchanged them, and commenced eating the apple slice already half eaten by the other.

Brotherhood at its brother-iest.