They're still brothers.

I just heard Jman tell SB3, "SB3, go downstairs." Then he brought him into my room where I'm sitting and said, "Stay there! Stay there!"

Of course then he (Jman) left and then ran back in and started grabbing SB3's hand and making SB3 untouch or undo something or other, I don't know, some weird OCD thing for Jman.

ooooooooohhhhhh! It's all clear now! SB3 just ran in with a COOTIE!!!!! (Which means Jman raided the box of cheapo games I got at Toys R Us last week to replace all those preschool games I long ago gave away!)

Sigh.

Now Jman carried SB3 in, placed him on the floor, thought (hand to the head), considered the bed/mattress on the floor, and said, "SB3, lay down. Lay down."

Siblings. :)

Tomorrow they can throw snowballs at each other.