The betrayal

We're at my folks' place for the first bbq steak dinner of the season. The grown-ups are still lingering over dinner. The kids have scarfed down their food and resumed their soccer game in the back yard.

Overheard through the open window:

Tristan: Don't tell, okay Simon? Don't tell!

Simon: Mo-om!

Tristan (stage whispers) : Don't tell!

Simon: Mom! My brudder was in the dirt when you told us not to go in the dirt but my brudder went in it.

Tristan: I'm not your brother!!

Perhaps the first time he ever denies it, but I'm willing to bet it's not the last!