why I stopped at two
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.
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.
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Ummm...wait...that could end up as 3 against 1 instead...dang...
But it's a dynamic that has obviously worked really well for us in the long run, and the plus side is that now when we add family friends we hardly notice the difference. You just sort of toss them all together and they form their own little government and elect officials and turn on the video games and drag out old toys and only come out when they're hungry.
Glad to be home - shall we go for a drink tonight??
hang on. [stop fighting!]
sorry, anyway, mother of three here to say...
hang on. [do not hit your sister!]
right, where was i? okay, mom of...
oh, f**k it.
Wait, that sounds like a nice vacation...