Tears in my Macaroni

Tonight was an interesting night. It started with two boys in the tub. Skylar called out to us that Evan did something bad. We went into the bathroom to discover that Evan, having to use the potty, decided to pee all over the floor, trash can, vanity and walls. When asked "why" he did it, he just said "cause I was being funny". His punishment was to clean up after himself, then go straight to bed. Evan did all this and was fine until he realized we were serious about him going straight to bed. Ron tucked him in and closed the door on a hysterical little boy. Skylar was waiting for his dinner when he came to me in tears. He asked me if we "could sit and talk" while he ate. After he told me it was the worst day ever, I asked "why?". He said, "first I scraped my knee and then Evan got in trouble. I feel how stupid I act, because I telled on him. Can we talk about this? I don't know how this day could get worse." I asked him, "you love your brother, don't you?" He started to cry harder and said, "Yes! I feel like such a jerk. What can I do to feel better?" I explained that sometimes it's good to tell Mommy and Daddy things, but other times it's better to watch out for your brother. I told him he could pray and ask God to help him. This seemed to cause him even more grief because he cried, "he's the only brother I have!". He whimpered through his meal, asked for multiple hugs and kept checking on Evan. He came back to the table and said, "Evan is calling you Momma, we'll talk later." I think Sky learned more from Evan's "no-no" than Evan did. I realized in that moment that even though they fight a lot, my sons are going to be best friends.