Siblings

Winter vacation is nearing an end. The Things have had 2 weeks to develop new ways to torment each other (and me), and now they have a nice, rainy weekend in which to perfect them. And I do mean rainy. Our street flooded yesterday, and seems on its way to a repeat performance this evening. We'll probably have about 3" of rain out of this storm--one quarter of our yearly average.

In the meantime, the Things have:

• fought (repeatedly) over who gets to pretend to be which fictional character ("I'm Daphne!" "No, I'm Daphne! You're Velma!")
• fought (repeatedly) over whether Thing 1 is privileged to conduct the Magic Parental Countdown on Thing 2 when Thing 2 is being recalcitrant ("Give me back my book! One, two...")
• fought over who gets to put the forks on the table at dinnertime
• fought over which video to watch
• fought over which tv channel to watch
• fought over which satellite music channel to listen to
• fought over the coveted spot on the couch
• fought over whose turn it is to play Dance Dance Revolution, or use the computer, or sit next to Daddy at dinnertime, or get served lunch first, or get to eat the very last bowl of ice cream
• fought over who was the greater contributor to the mutually-created mess in Thing 2's room
• fought over which of them does a better dinosaur imitation
• fought because one of them was singing when the other wanted quiet
• fought because one of them was talking when the other wanted quiet
• fought over who is the rightful owner of a giant purple flower
• fought over who had custody of Polly Pocket and her assortment of teeny tiny, impossible to put on outfits

I'm sure I've left some out.

I can't wait until Monday.