They may argue and mess and get into everything. They may scream in the car, and spit chocolate milk at each other. They may debate with me until I want to scream in the car. They may roll around, and dump stuff out of my pantry and play in the toilet water when not supervised.
They may be bad sometimes. But they are good so much more often. They read to each other. They play with each other. They get each other snacks. They give bedtime and goodbye hugs and kisses. He worships his sisters. They adore their baby brother. And the girls are becoming better friends all the time.
We are so very lucky and so very blessed. We will always be so thankful for them.
Happy April, everyone.
