Violet and Vela are in Vi's room playing. I am zombie-mom on the couch speechless after a couple days of non-stop. I see a streak go out the front door, then a cry in the next room. When I get to Violet she is all aflutter. Big tears, jags of words spilling out. I ask her what went wrong and get a jumble of words that don't make any sense to the emotionally composed. When I finally get it from her it is this, "Vela wouldn't do teamwork with me." Because what's gonna work? Teamwork. That's what.
A couple thoughts.....kid's are great, Violet had it coming and I just called myself emotionally composed.
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