The girls have been arguing pretty much non-stop for a couple days now. I’m used to the occasional scream, followed by the yell of retaliation, but two days of constant bickering had me near my breaking point.
They had started in on each other pretty early this morning. While I’ve been trying to keep my distance to see if they would eventually figure things out on their own, I’ve been noticing that I’m slipping back into my interfering ways. After several refereeing sessions, I sat down with my cup of coffee. Things grew suspiciously quiet and I saw that the bathroom door was closed. I got up and walked over to the bathroom. I heard muffled giggles and was expecting the worst.
I opened the door and I had to laugh. One girl was pooping on the toilet, while the other was sitting on the stool telling knock-knock jokes. They might yell, they might scream, they might even occasionally throw a toy or two. But what friend could ever compare?
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