Sam and Matt ended up having a good first day of school. Later in the afternoon, I brought them a bowl of Cheetos and a couple of Diet Cokes for us to share. Sam is going through a cootiephobia stage; no one else is allowed to touch his food or drink. Matt, you eat the Cheetos from that side of the bowl. This is my side, he said. And no drinking from my soda. You drink from Mom’s. He watched Matt like a hawk to ensure these rules were being followed.

Finally, exasperated, I said Jeez, Sam, don’t be such a picky-pants!

Immediately he pulled up his t-shirt to reveal his boxer briefs. No I’m not, he said. Do you see any pickies in there?