A great piece on the value of kids sharing a bedroom.
“Get out!” he shouts.
“No,” she says, “it’s my room too.”
I keep my distance, listening in on the baby monitor. A long silence follows.
Then, “I guess we can try it your way just once,” she says.
“Okay,” he sniffles, “and then we’ll do it like you said two times and then three times my way and then four times your way, okay?”
They emerge holding hands, broad smiles across their anger-mottled and tear-stained faces, looking like a scene out of some sort of post-apocalyptic Pollyann