Strange things have been happening at our house.  Not only is the sunroom collapsing, but Sophie has been cloned and the fact of two Sophies has transformed Chloe into an alien life form.  

Upon returning from our visit with my friend earlier today, the two sisters were happy to see each other.  For about two minutes.  And then they starting fighting.  “Chloe said poopy!”  “Sophie hit me!”  It’d be nice if they could exist in peace for more than five minutes at a time.  
The problem, as I’ve said before, is that Sophie is simply too verbal.  She knows exactly how to respond to her sister’s attempts at torture, and exactly what to say to piss her sister off.  Chloe is still too young to ignore her.  Which means that Sophie, at the ripe old age of three, generally wins the battles with her older sibling.
This would normally make me chuckle, except more often than not, their shenanigans just give me a headache.  As I write this, however, they’ve reached a brief detente…Chloe is playing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” on the keyboard for Sophie.  All is calm.  I give the cease-fire about ten minutes max.

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