Sibling Delight and Devilry

In my attempts at positive discipline in the family I heard myself say "Thanks Frost. Thanks for stopping Wren hitting the telephone."

How did I get to that point? Here is a typical scenario.

[FROST IS LYING ON THE COUCH ENTICING WREN TO PLAY. WREN IS PLAYING HIDE ON HIS OWN]
Frost: Stomp on Frost, Wren. Stomp on Frost
Wren: Hiding, hiding
[Wren comes over to Frost on the couch]
Frost: EEEEAAAH. He is BITING me again. [laughing hysterically] Stop biting. NO BITING.
Wren: BITE
Frost: ARGH!
Wren: Its ok? ok?

[FROST GETS UP AND RUNS INTO THE KITCHEN. WREN CHASES AFTER HIM WITH A PLASTIC DAGGER. THERE ARE SOME THUDS AND MUTTERING]

Frost: EEEAAAAAAH. Shannon, Wren's throwing breakfast cereal and he threw the unbleached all-purpose flour but I am going to put it back.
Me: Thank you Frost.
Wren: more
Frost: No!
Me: What does he want now?
Frost: He wants to chase me... CHASE!

[CHASE HAPPENS THROUGH THE FURNITURE AND BOXES LYING AROUND FOR THE CONTRACTOR TO DRYWALL THE KITCHEN]

Wren: Ah! Ah! Nose, nose. Nose ow.
[WREN COMES FOR COMFORT ABOUT HIS BANGED NOSE. IN THE MIDST OF THIS CHAOS THERE IS A KNOCK AT THE DOOR]

Frost: Ah, uncle David is home.
David: Oh, has Wren got a big sword? Is that a Goblin Sword?
Frost: [laughing]

[WREN HAS THROWN THE SWORD IN THE AIR AND IT FALLS AND HITS HIM ON THE HEAD]

Wren: All done. OW!