Boys will be boys

My dad, brother, and son had quite the ruckous weekend, here is the photo documentation. They're swinging Braxton on a couple of eggshell mattress pads. He only fell once. I about had a heart attack.

Braxton decided it was poppy's turn.

I've never seen a fire truck do a wheelie, but apparently this one can.

Speaking of boys. My mother ordered my brother and I a pizza today, I'm assuming because she didn't feel like cooking dinner. (I am fully capable of doing it for her, but I appreciate the pizza none the less!) Well my brother and I differ on what tastes good on a pizza, I love pepperoni, sausage and mushrooms. My brother (gack) loves canadian bacon and olives. So my mom ordered one half of the pizza in each. Well, my brother didn't eat right away, so I ate about half of my side and decided to save the rest for breakfast. (yes, I said breakfast.) Well I went in about an hour later thinking that maybe I could do yogurt for breakfast and eat a little more of my pizza. I look in the box and what do I see? NONE of my pizza is left. ALL of chad's pizza is still there. I go in search of chad, knowing he's the only person besides me that could have eaten it. I find him, and all the toppings to my pizza on a plate. At this point I'm speechless. I don't even know how to respond. I don't know whether he was being a jerk, or just dumb. Either way it pisses me off.