As X grew older, both boys became more quarrelsome.
One was easily irritable, one was provocative.
Since it took two hands to clap, we could always be sure of grumbles, whines and shouts.
Since the fruits didn’t fall far from the tree, you could only imagine where they picked these traits up from.
It was time to pick up a book on how to fix this quarrelsome sibling issues since repeated reminders or stern warnings had fallen on deaf ears.