As I was sitting on the couch this morning, eating my breakfast (the luxury of being Mom), Elise and Michael were playing with each other. Usually this involves someone getting hurt emotionally or physically, but this morning their playing was a little more tame.
I should backtrack. They sleep in the same room on a bunk bed. We heard all sorts of laughing, chattering, and thuds behind their closed door - things that make every parent cringe in worried wonder at what those kids could possibly be doing. When Rand went in to check on them, he discovered that they had ripped apart a stuffed turtle, creating snow on the ground. How cute. But not at 9:30 and not with the stuffed animal their grandparents had given them.