This morning, I sent the kids to the car while I grabbed Isaac. From the house I heard:
“it’s mine!” “no, it’s MINE!” “no, IT’S MINE!!!” “MINE!” “NO, MINE!” and so on and so forth.
Let me note that I could hear this clearly from inside, and the kids' door faces away from the house. They were LOUD. I stormed out there to add to the yelling... um, I mean see what was going on; the object in dispute? A temporary tattoo (it was Nathan’s). Ahhh, the domestic harmony.
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