"OW! Sam! Gimme my twuck back!"

"No! It's mine now!"

"It's mine!"

Hilary, who had just been walking through the garden gate, felt her jaw drop and her eyes widen as Tyler lunged at Sam, pinning the boy down on the ground and snarling at him as a tiny, die cast metal truck went sailing out of the blonde boy's hand. Sam, in turn, was waving his little fists around wildly, trying to connect them with any part of Tyler's body that he could.

"Hey! Break it up, you two!" Hilary scolded, running over to the boys and pulling them apart. "Fighting isn't nice! You could've both gotten hurt!"

Tyler and Sam both scowled at one another, but didn't say anything else. Letting go of the two, Hilary sighed and placed her hands on her hips, slowly shaking her head.

"Just try and stay out of trouble, alright?" Hilary murmured. "I don't need to be making any trips to the emergency room today."

She walked away from the boys, constantly looking over her shoulder to make sure they hadn't tackled each other again. They seemed to be keeping their distance for now, although they were both constantly looking over their shoulders and glaring at one another.

"Oh, Hilary, what'd you go and break them up for?"

The brunette raised an eyebrow and looked up, finding her husband to be gazing down at her with a look of disappointment.

"Because they were fighting!" Hilary exclaimed. "I wasn't going to let them beat the senses out of one another!"

"Ah, they weren't going to do that," Tyson dismissed the notion. "They're just a couple of little boys!"

"So what?!" Hilary shrieked. "They could still hurt each other!"

"Obviously your wife's never heard the old saying, Tyson!"

Tyson turned around and blinked, while Hilary scoffed and folded her arms.

"And which old saying might that be, Max?" Hilary demanded.

"Boys will be boys, of course," Max recited.

"Really?" Hilary scoffed. "So that makes it okay for them to fight?"

"Of course it does," Max replied.

"That is ridiculous!" Hilary fumed, stomping a foot into the grass. "Tyson, you don't actually agree with that, do you?!"

"Well…sure I do," Tyson softly responded.

At this, Hilary pressed her lips together and tilted her head to the side. "Seriously?"

"When Max and I were kids, we would fight each other all the time," Tyson reasoned with his obviously irritated wife. "And look at us! We turned out just fine!"

"Tell me, Tyson," Hilary hummed, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What would you do if Christy got into a fight like that?"

"That's a silly question," Tyson chuckled. "I'd be mortified! My little girl can't be trading blows with other little kids. It's not right!"

"See? That's a total double standard!" Hilary complained, holding an exasperated hand out towards Tyson. "It's not fair that you give Tyler a total pass, but you would punish Christine for doing the exact same thing!"

"I think you're kind of overreacting, Hil," Tyson reasoned with his wife.

"No I'm not!" Hilary shouted. "You're just…ugh, you're just being a stupid boy!"

"Couldn't that also be a double standard?" Max asked smartly.

"NO!" Hilary shrieked, getting right in the American's face. Both he and Tyson grimaced and took a step back. "Do you know how insane that drives me? It's so dumb that boys are allowed to fight because they're boys! Kids shouldn't be fighting with one another! Tyler or Sam getting a black eye shouldn't be any more acceptable than if Christy ended up with a black eye!"

"Geez, Granger, your wife is no fun," Max scoffed, earning yet another glare from Hilary. "Typical of a girl!"

Growling, Hilary lunged forward and tackled Max, sending him down to the ground with a screech. Tyson blinked and looked over his shoulder, watching in mortified awe as his wife grabbed Max's shirt and threw various threats into his face.

"Boys may be boys," Tyson murmured, slowly shaking his head as he watched the violent scene unfold before him, "but Hilary will always be Hilary."