My house has turned into a grade school Parris Island. My son's best friend, his older brother, and another neighborhood boy are all here, watching "Revenge of the Sith", (which they have seen 20 times) while fighting a pitched battle with light sabers made from Tinkertoys.
Testosterone increases exponentially when boys are in groups, even at ages, 4, 7, 7, 9, and 11. Right now, they're smack-talking and calling each other by their last names.
7yo: "C'mere, Ryan, so I can give you a taste o' me sucker punch!" (SpongeBob reference, I think)
7yo BFF: "You want some?"
9yo: "You guys are in second grade! You got nothing!"
11yo: "I can take all of you!"
4yo is doing his best to enter the fray. He has developed his own very interesting form of invective, which he hurls freely without much concern for whether or not it makes any sense.
To 11yo: "Come here, you bucket of bolts!" (Star Wars reference. This is his favorite new epithet)
To his brother: "Oh no you don't, you bowl full of cashews!" (I have no idea. He's allergic to peanuts and to my knowledge, he has no idea what cashews are)
To brother's BFF: "I'll get you, you flapjack!" (again, no idea)
The herd just thundered through the kitchen. It's time for reconnaissance. Later.