Last night as the Boy and the Girl bathed,we listened from the living room. They splashed and bickered, as usual. At one point some disagreement over toy ownership or unfair tub-space intrusion boiled over into yelling and screaming from them. I yelled, "Get along or get out!" from my chair and the spat ceased. After a pause we heard the Boy speaking to the Girl...
"I sorry. I love you. You my little sister and I love you."
"I love you so much. I love you even though you don't have a penis."
"You don't have a penis, you know."
"But let's check."
My wife moved faster than she has her entire pregnancy, "Ok, bathtime's over!"
Oh, and Threepeat is still fighting the inevitable.
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