Quinn and Reilly get along almost as well as Israel and the Palestinians. This morning I noticed Rei, who slept on the couch, using her to toe to remove some blanket tassels off Quinn's face. He was asleep on the floor.
Me: "Do you love your brother?"
Reilly: "You ask me that everyday." (Subtle evasion.)
Me: "Would you kick someone who was messing with him?"
Reilly: "I would kick them anyway."
Somehow that works for me.