I don't care what Jack Johnson says. Three is CLEARLY not a magic number.
By just adding one little noggin, the fighting increases exponentially.
1 sister + 1 brother + 1 good family friend = Evil Tag Teaming and Bickering Galore.
I'll admit: There were some sweet moments of quiet, a couple of peace agreements brokered along the way.
(And I'm happy to help out when my friends were out of town, really I am.)
But that bus can't roll up fast enough for me. Scrubbing toilets and folding clothes all by my lonesome sounds divine.