Before Brad left 3 weeks ago for his business trip to Toronto, one of his hometeaching families gave him this remote control helicopter.  It sat in the box, in plain sight of the boys, the whole time Brad was gone, torturing them with the promise of remote-control fun.

So when the boys got home from school today and saw that Dad was home, that box was promptly ripped open and the helicopter took its maiden voyage (I'm not sure if helicopters take voyages, but it sounded good in my mind.  Let's just go with it).  At first it kind of freaked out Pepper and Luke; it makes a high-pitched whiny sound, and it's pretty small, so it resembles a very large, vicious mosquito when it gets going.  But it wasn't long before all three (four) boys were fighting over whose turn it was to control it.