They stared at each other both their hearts pounding they would break their contact to look at the floor and return to each other. Through the hall window they could hear their parents talking in the garden unaware of the activities a few feet away.
"It's all your fault Clu!" Carey hisses at his younger brother in accusatory tones.
"Is not!"
"I wasn't the one knocked over the lamp now was I?"
"But you tugged on my shirt! You pulled me into the table. So it's your fault!" Clu took a step towards his brother, despite being smaller (and weaker) he often showed no fear.
"Prove it. I bet you can't." He pauses for a moment before adding, "and if you tell mom and dad I'll throw all your match cars in the garbage." Clu steps back, shoulders sagging in defeat.
"Fine. You win."