Echo Echo Echo

There is obviously an echo in my house!  While giving the boys a bath tonight, I discovered my echo.  Banks loves to stand up in the tub.  I have a hard time getting him to sit down.  So, we were having one of those battles tonight.  Banks kept trying to put his knee up on the side of the tub.  I kept pushing it back down and telling him "no" in a firm voice.  At which he just laughed at me.  We did this little routine about 8 times with my "no's" getting firmer and louder with each leg push.  Well by the 9th time, his little laugh was not so cute anymore.  I gently popped his hand.  This is the point in the story where my echo appeared.  Hughes popped Banks on the behind and said "no".  I about cracked up.  Mainly b/c Hughes had not been paying Banks any attention and all of a sudden decided to take action.  I guess he was tired of hearing me say "no" and being a push over that he thought he needed to put his foot down.  Well, a pop on the hand and the hiney did not effect Banks.  He kept on putting his knee up and smiling.  So, I did what any sane mother would do - I took him out of the tub.

   I think God may have given me my brother's child by mistake or are all 2nd children wide open?  I can give Hughes a stern look and "no" and he'll stop what he's doing immediately.  Banks just smiles at me and keeps doing it.  He is going to be a hand full but also a heartbreaker!   I guess Hughes will continue to have to be the man of the house while Dad is in school.