It's been constant bickering at the Fraijo house these days. For some reason, my two oldest daughters cannot. get. along. Today I was just done, done, done listening to it. It was time for separation (why do they always whine about this? You would think that they would want to be separated if they truly cannot get along). They know the drill. Sierra on her bed, Makenna on hers.
Do not look at each other. Do not talk to each other.
They sulk their way to their beds . . .
A minute passes . . .
Makenna: Mama, but can I talk to myself?