Normally, my girls play well together. Yes, they bicker and fight like all siblings. But, if they can’t work it out, I usually separate them. After a few minutes, the little one is asking to apologize to her sister, whether she’s at fault, or not.
One day I heard them arguing. Lillie didn’t want Macy in her room. I told them to stop it, or separate. Then nothing. No yelling, no screaming, no drama. I must investigate. Someone’s either being suffocated with a pillow, or they’ve managed to actually work things out. Hmmm. Yes, I must investigate.
I sneak a peak into Lillie’s room. They had come to a compromise and everyone was happy. Hold on, don’t move, must get camera!
You can come in,
Macy didn’t care, she made it past the door, and she was smiling like a Cheshire cat. She wasn’t allowed to cross the line drawn in the sand (pencils end to end in a beach theme room–I’m so clever), but she was happy. No drama, I’m happy, too.
Now, clean your room!