I know my children love each other.
Deep, deep down.
But most of the time they fight like cats and dogs.
Rabid cats and dogs.
So when I don't hear fighting, but rather peace and quiet, I naturally think that one of them has killed the other. I mean, it's only a matter of time.
I kid, I kid.
Yesterday, amazingly, there was peace and quiet, but no blood shed. Only dominoes.
And a little acrobatics by Taylor. So sweet.
Don't you wish every day could be like this?