Just Hanging Out Together
These two: they are something else for so many reasons. They squabble. They pest. They drive each other (and me) completely crazy. And when they decide to get along, they are just downright dangerous. They also occasionally manage to have a really good time with one another.
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One Comment
Grandma Gin
Sounds like my sister and I at that age. We were walking hand in hand or fighting. Siblings. The good times get you through the ugly times.