Washing the dishes, I looked out the kitchen window into the backyard.  That’s when I saw my boys playing.  Norman Rockwell could not have painted more of an American scene.

Flashing a wide and satisfied smile, I looked closer.  What?  What are they doing?  What are they doing to each other?  Then I asked the obvious, “Are they hitting each other with sticks?”  Letting out a sigh of resignation, my beautiful wife remarked, “Yes, they do that.”

Turns out, Norman Rockwell made the right choice passing on that painting.