Sometimes these boys get along great. Other times they don't. That's what brothers are for, I think. I didn't always get along with my siblings when we were growing up, but I think that's expected. I now have the perspective of an adult, looking back on my childhood, and I hope I can pass wisdom onto my kids in telling them that even though they argue...even though they get into each other's stuff...even though they may hate sharing a room...there will be a time when they realize how important they are to each other and appreciate that fact that they have an automatic best friend. This moment, when they were playing in the sprinkler on a hot summer day, I want them to remember. Having a brother is a good thing.