Overheard

C and D are playing "Oski basketball." In this game, one person is the band, one person is the basketball team, and one person is the cheerleader. When I join they usually ask me to be the band and they switch off doing the other two positions. This morning it was just the two of them, and D was the team and C was the band. They were playing for awhile when I hear C run down the hall. As she's running she yells,


"I'm sorry Dylan, but the band has to go poop."

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C and D were sharing whatever toys they were playing with...

D: "We make great sisters Charwotte! Because we share. And sisters share with each other and take care of each other." (That's the sound of my heart melting)

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I had asked C and D to give me some quiet time in my room while I fed L before bed. D cracks the door open and yells in. I can't tell who it is--I just see this big grin.

Me: (angry) "Who is that?!"
D: (huge devilish grin) "It's Charwotte."

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Our apartment is very long and C and D don't really like to go back to one end by themselves. C had to get something in her room. I hear her go up to D:

C: "Do you love me?"
D: "Sure."
C: "Then will you go with me to the back?"
D: (with a sigh that sounded a little too much like me) "Charwotte, I love you, but I really don't want to go back there with you."
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C and D are goofing off in their room. I go in to see what is going on. They didn't like the interruption.

C: "Mom, don't deal with me!"