Nicky and Stephen had some huge altercation in the basement involving a basketball or a soccer ball or some such thing that they aren't supposed to play in the house. There was much wailing and they both came up to find me. Michael was with me.
Michael (using his best "tough guy" voice") : Stephen, stop that wailing; you're being a girl.
Stephen: I'm not being a girl! You're being a girl!
Michael: At least I don't going crying to Mom every time someone bumps me.
Stephen: At least I don't wear her earrings!
And the point goes to Stephen. I'm still maintaining my earring silence.