Touch

These boys.  CONSTANTLY touching, hitting, wrestling, kicking, tickling, tussling, rough-housing, scuffling, patting, bashing, buffeting, and thumping each other.  CONSTANTLY.  They can't keep their hands off each other. 

Mom: "I bet you guys a WHOLE DOLLAR that you can't keep your hands to yourself for a whole day."
Colby: "A real dollar?"
Mom: "Yup.  If you don't touch your brother at all today, I will give you a dollar."
Colby (shaking Mom's hand): "Deal".
Quinn (refusing to shake Mom's hand): "That's worth more like $10".
Mom: "It doesn't matter.  I could bet you a million dollars, and you still couldn't do it."
Quinn: "Fine.  Bet me a million dollars that I can't keep my hands to myself."
Mom: "I don't have a million dollars, otherwise I would."
Quinn: "I take checks, Mom."

We negotiated down to... a dollar.  And it didn't matter.  Because they lasted exactly 5 minutes and 23 seconds before Colby put his foot on Quinn's knee during breakfast.

Mom: "TOUCH!  BZZZZZZT!  Deal's off."
Quinn: "I didn't touch Colby!  He touched me!"
Mom: "It takes two to touch.  You didn't run away."

Colby: "OK.  Same deal, starting new... right..... NOW!"

At least we had 5 minutes without tussling.  That's kind of a record around here, I think.