I used to wonder when I was a kid why my mom cared whether or not my sisters and I were fighting. We tried to keep it private and we weren't mean to her, so why would it bother her... Well now I know! There is something about fighting children that just makes me want to lock myself in the bathroom and put a pillow over my head. That is why this picture is so precious to me. After a week of fighting over who gets what truck and who is copying who, and who is touching someone's computer... I found my boys shooting hoops together and having such a wonderful time. Tanner moved the picnic table over for Ian so that he could reach better. They finally found something that they can play together, just in time for it to snow :(
I used to wonder when I was a kid why my mom cared whether or not my sisters and I were fighting. We tried to keep it private and we weren't mean to her, so why would it bother her... Well now I know! There is something about fighting children that just makes me want to lock myself in the bathroom and put a pillow over my head. That is why this picture is so precious to me. After a week of fighting over who gets what truck and who is copying who, and who is touching someone's computer... I found my boys shooting hoops together and having such a wonderful time. Tanner moved the picnic table over for Ian so that he could reach better. They finally found something that they can play together, just in time for it to snow :(
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