The two boys had a quick brawl. The younger one went upstairs crying; I asked him what happened. In between sobs, he related to me what his older brother did to him.
I went downstairs and confronted my other son. I asked him what happened; he told me his side of the story.
After a few minutes, the two were howling again. I shouted at both of them to stop. Then I texted husband to talk to the boys. I left the disciplining to him.
Then this morning after breakfast, the husband left early for a commitment. As I was dusting off his work station, I saw a note by his table.
