Pretty unexpectedly intense evening. Had a weird not-fight with E, then a fair bit of silence while we both recovered our walls. Later, I laughed until I cried while he told me of playing with his action figures as a kid.

The rules, as they have been imparted to me:
1. You do not mess up a guy's hair when he has stuff in it.
2. They are action figures, not dolls.

Breaking both of these rules is muchly fun, and pouting while opening the eyes really big means that I get out of trouble, especially on the second one. It doesn't matter how much someone squeaks in anger and tells you they hate you, you can win.

Oh yes, and other rules are to be added as needed -- i.e., whenever they get thought up. Men are dumb. :)