and fighting. He wants to play dress up, she wants to go outside. He wants to play hair cutter, she wants to play dentist. One of them declares that the other is no longer their best friend, someone comes crying to me, and then the other one later declares that they are no longer their best friend, and the other one comes crying to me.
Its very loud and chaotic and I have done some yelling.
Also, I made muffins this morning. Not the crappy astronaut "just add water" ones that I usually pass off on them...real muffins from a box with an egg and oil and everything. They thought they tasted weird. I guess they now actually believe that the cardboard astronaut-like muffins are what muffins should taste like.
I don't know.
I do know that I'm pretty much done. Also, I'm really glad that I didn't end up having to adopt that 4 year old twin I thought I was going to end up stuck with.
Because I'm really not cut out for one more kid.