And the two of them completely fell apart by the time Nick's mother arrived. At that point they weren't speaking, had been trying to hit each other with their scooters (and I'm not talking about trying to run each other over---literally swinging them at each other like baseball bats), Nick had been throwing rocks at Kiernan's head and by the time Kiernan ran to the door crying, Nick had him by the shirt and was trying to drag him back out to the front yard. I got the main gist of the story and separated them. And there they sat, one on the arm of the couch, the other on the rocking chair...separated by my daughter the two year old and watching Barbie in Swan Lake.
And Nick threw a huge fit when his mom tried to take him home. Like he wanted to stay there.