Whenever it's quiet in our house and both boys are at home, it usually means they've locked themselves in the bathroom and are throwing wet toilet paper at the ceiling....So, imagine my surprise when I realized it was quiet and instead of the usual disaster, I found them playing together on the floor in the playroom... I think they may actually grow up tolerating each other's company... maybe I'm speaking too soon.
btw, laugh at the thought of me tearing through the house, tripping over various toys and looking for the camera because I had convinced myself that this would never happen again... I'm such a pessimist.
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