As a treat I nipped into the supermarket and bought some branded ice creams for after lunch. As I returned to the car holding the box aloft there was excitement and jubilation (which rather belies how infrequently I do such spontaneous treat-buying.) Eddie, acting without thinking, embraced his brother in delight.
Gilby was utterly horrified - and outraged. "Uggh! Mum! Eddie just kissed me on the cheek!"
"Well," I countered, "I think that's a rather lovely thing for a brother to do to a brother."
"No it isn't," squealed Eddie, wiping his lips. "I'm totally never doing that again!"
Oh. Brotherly love, then.
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