asher: (screeching from the other room) NAAAAAAATE!! STOP IT!
me: hey, asher! can you try to be kind to him? what's going on?
*nate comes dashing into the bedroom where i'm folding laundry
*he sticks his finger up my nose, laughs maniacally and runs away
me: OW, TOT!
asher: he was sticking his finger in my nose trying to get boogers!
i suppose, sometimes, it's ok for a big brother to screech at his little brother. like when the little one is jamming his chubby toddler finger so far into the big one's nasal cavity that it temporarily impairs brain function.