Wrong. They can fight so often and so relentlessly that the voice out of my head sounds like a strangled cat on a hot day.
You’d think they don’t fight over the same toy just because they’re opposite sex?
Wrong again. They screamed and will kill each other for this.
I hiss at them to stop fighting. Use all my power to stop them. Yell. Cursed. Begged, Cried.
It's infuriating. Fighting is the one thing that really grates on me. I ask other mothers of two if their children fight and the answer is always yes.
But they also miss each other, make up, start all over again.
They laugh and fight, make up then start fighting again. But they adore the hell out of each other.
I adore the hell out of them too. So much I can hardly stand it.