Victory is sweet

I'd told the 4yo to go and rest up prior to a planned outing as he'd power chucked from the dining table to the back door at lunch time and we wanted to make sure he was okay for the trip (which didn't eventuate as he was still coughing in a manner that had us paranoid that he might do it again).

I heard screaming matches between him and the 8yo and walked in, found the 4yo lying on the bed looking sleepy and upset and the 8yo playing his DS.  Told off the 8yo for antagonising the 4yo (he protested, but he has been antagoising his siblings for the past couple of days).  After giving the 8yo a serve I again told the 4yo to lie there and rest up and as I was walking out he smiled and said "Ahhh nothing is sweeter than victory."