Otterpop? OR World peace in popsicle form?

Children!  Children... Children??? I love my boys, they mean the world to me! They fill my world with happiness and surprises! I have two boys and they are just that, BOYS, through and through. They love to wrestle, fight and run at full speed and crash into each other. Everything can be modified into a gun or sword and everything is subject to attack. Often times, in the middle of the chaos I find myself huddled in the corner, hoping this is just a phase. At two and five, it's almost as if they've been attending  "How to be a boy" classes each night since birth. Every morning they wake up and bounce out of bed, with scowls on their faces and finger guns loaded. This is my life. Pink dresses, big hair bows... that was the life for which I had prepared. I know two things about being a boy, they pee standing up and are crazy...and it took me 5 years to get that far. We call the little one Lou, after Lou Ferrigno...you know, the Incredible Hulk. Why? Because, you wont like him when he's angry! Sure he's cute, polite even. Unless YOU wanna be in charge. The kids a whiz...knows what he wants, always has. Just so happens that sometimes he wants to pull the cat by the tail and run with scissors. The big one, is your average 5 going on 14 year old. After 5 years of a semi-compliant nature, he has determined that despite our many threats and counting, he actually DOESN'T have to do as we say...because despite a deep desire, I will not ACTUALLY leave the house without him OR kick his butt all the way to the moon... Little organization called CPS cracks down hard if you do any such things. Also it has come to the big ones attention that the little one, with his small fingers and cute smile, can easily maneuver in and out of tough situations. Although I find it pretty hard to believe the barely two year old decided, out of the blue, that he wanted to get his brothers confiscated toy off the top of the fridge when I wasn't looking (the first time I wasn't looking ALL DAY!) ...yes, very peculiar. These little battle bots have been genetically engineered, so it seems, with the objective to destroy each other. They play rough, and someone ALWAYS gets hurt. With this intense "bonding" going on all the time, hard feeling fly around like kites, rushing this way and that. After a particularly bad bout of brotherly love, only one thing can cure bruised feelings and bumped heads...OTTERPOPS!!!!!! So... Israel.   Palestine.   ...what color do you want?