It has just recently dawned on me that I no longer have two boys and a baby. I definitely have just three boys.
Wheresoever Cubby and Charlie be, there be Jack.
Brothers by blood, and brothers by muddy boots and buzzcuts. Amen. (Also, please notice that every dang one of 'em is wielding a stick. In Jack's case, it's only about two inches long, but still. He's learning fast.)