We brought the imp back home from Grandma and Grandpa's house yesterday. And the kids have been fighting all day today. I get it--the imp hates sharing toys, and the pixie is teething and cranky as hell.
I've got another two hours before the pixie goes to bed, and two and a half or so before the imp does. To make things even more fun, the imp has to be reminded to put a bite of his supper in his mouth, then chew it up and swallow it (otherwise, he either ignores his food, or sits there holding the bite in his mouth). At least the pixie doesn't have to be reminded to eat, or how to eat.
As soon as they're done eating, I'll give the pixie her acid blocker and her ibuprofen, then plonk both of 'em in the tub.
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