Four weeks into the summer and this is what my kids are fighting about:
He stole that one awesome LEGO piece that only came in that one awesome set.
She never has to shower first.
He’s touching me!
Why won’t he let me hug him?
He said he hates broccoli the most but only I do.
He’s copying me!
She’s ignoring me!
It’s my turn to be It.
I always have to be It.
She harvested ALL of my Family Barn wheat and it takes 24 hours to regenerate.
He moved my pencil.
She sat in my chair.
He never walks the dog as often as I do.
He didn’t let me find the farting cow on Pictureka.
He threw my favorite torpedo in the deep end.
She always guesses the trivia questions before me.
He smooshed all the silly putty into one big pile and now we can’t tell whose is whose.
He keeps unplugging my Kindle from his charger.
She keeps using my Kindle charger and it’s not my fault she lost hers.
He called me a brat.
She keeps calling it indigo but it’s really blue.
He never gets in trouble.
She always gets her way.
They always, always think they’re right.
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