I remember fighting with my 4 siblings about lots of things when we were younger.
But I don't remember fighting over the seemingly absolutely silliest, littlest, most insignificant things that my kids seem to do.
The color of plate, fork, spoon or cup that I give them at lunch. One particular marker out of a pile of 50. A toy that has been neglected for months all of a sudden becomes the toy of choice for both of them.
As I'm writing this, I notice that Jon has left his clothes on the floor AGAIN and it irks me.
Hmm. I suppose in the big scheme of things - this is pretty insignificant as well.
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