Polite as Pie

It's 8:30am and this is the conversation I'm listening to:

Matthew:  Cameron pie!
Cameron: I'm not pie.
M:  Cameron pie, Cameron pie, CAMERON PIE!
C:  I'M NOT PIE!

Ahhh, brothers.

Last night, we had some friends over.  They don't have kids yet and they hadn't met our boys before.  And it was . . . surreal.  The boys were delightful, friendly and charming.  Cameron set the table with no prompting and during the meal said, "This is really delicious!  Thanks Mom!"  When the conversation turned to movies, David mentioned that we had watched the classic Alice in Wonderland recently and he hadn't liked it.  Cameron said, "I liked it, but I still preferred the book."  After dinner, he cleared the table, again without prompting.  Then he and Matthew played together, creatively and cooperatively, for a few hours.  They made tickets and invited the guests to watch a "jumping show," which actually turned out to be very funny. Afterwards, Matthew said, "I want to go to bed now," went and put on his pajamas and brushed his teeth.  No one punched anyone else.  There was no wrestling over Lego minifigures or Wii controllers.  No one called anyone pie.

It was lovely. 

And short-lived.

Matthew:  CAMERON PIIIEEEE!!!!
Cameron:  MOOOMMMM!!!  MATTHEW'S CALLING ME PIE!