My 8-year-old took time from his busy morning routine of slurping cereal and moving as slowly as humanly possible to print this label for his 6-year-old nemesis brother last week as they ate breakfast.

Not surprising. Siblings fight. It’s natural. Kids even write poems about it.

What was surprising — at least to the two combatants —  is how much their dad enjoyed it. So I thought I’d share.

Your welcme.