Arthur and his two sons, Alfred and Matthew, were on a road trip. They were going to see Francis, a dear friend of Arthur's who lived on the other side of town. Arthur had been reluctant to take the young kids on such a long car trip, but for a long time all seemed to be going well. However, the peace brought by the boys had somehow managing to share a portable gaming system proved to be transient.

"Give it back, Al!" Matthew strained against his car seat's straps as he reached for the portable gaming system. "It's my turn!"

"Just chill, Mattie. I only want it for a minute."

"No no no no no no! I was in the middle of a level!"

"Really? Well that sucks." Alfred shrugged nonchalantly and pressed a button. The device made a small blip sound.

"NOOO!" Matthew cried, now pounding his hands against his seat.

"What is going on back there?" Arthur barked, using all of his forbearance to not snap the steering wheel in half.

"Alfred just reset my file!" Matthew whined.

"If you were any good at the game you would have beaten it already," Alfred stated matter-of-factly. "It's not my fault you suck."

"I do not suck!"

"Alfred!" Arthur scolded, "Stop exacerbating the situation."

Rather than listen to his father, Alfred chose to begin a litany of childish insults to aggravate his brother. This resulted in, much to Arthur's annoyance, a series a cries and whines from Matthew.

"You two better pipe down right now, or I swear to god I will pull over right now!"

Neither of the children appeased his warning and continued bickering. So Arthur did as he promised.

Arthur made a sharp turn to the right, pulled over to the side of the road and shut off the engine. At this point the kids were quiet because they knew they were officially in trouble. Both kids waited nervously as their father turned around and glared at them.

"Alfred, apologize to your brother."

"Why should I apologize? He's the one who started-"

"I don't care who started it. And just because you didn't start it doesn't mean you are exculpated."

"But-"

"No but's."

Alfred hesitated before finally giving in. "Sorry, Mattie," he mumbled.

"Hmmph," Matthew huffed and crossed arms, turning away from his brother.

"Matthew," Arthur said in a warning tone.

"...apology accepted," Matthew mumbled back to his brother.

"Good," Arthur started. "Now give me the game."

"What?!" the brothers cried in unison.

"If you two can't share the game then no one gets the game. It's only fair."

This statement of course was greeted by more protesting. Eventually the three struck a deal. If the boys let their dad keep the game and remained civil with each other, Arthur would stop at the first ice cream place they encountered. With all temper tantrums finally taken care of, the trio got back on the road. This time, the peace lasted.