This morning -- while Larry and David wrestled with the bicycles and came up with a VERY creative way to tie 3 of them to the top of the pop-up camper (creative in that it involved one rectangular fold-up table and LOTS of rope) -- I ran around the house, trying to clean up and ordering the younger kids around. At one point, hearing Brian and Rachel snapping at each other, I said, "Come on, guys! We're not even in the car yet. You can't possibly be on each other's nerves yet."
This statement was followed by a silence long enough that it allowed me to start congratulating myself on my superior parenting skills, getting my squabbling children to see reason like that; but then, from the front hall, came Brian's voice, low but distinct, a voice speaking out for all brothers with younger sisters, from time immemorial:
She ALWAYS gets on my nerves.
You've got a point there, buddy.