
It was a battle scene straight out of Star Wars. Screaming, squealing and clawing. Hair-pulling, scratching and tears… Alright, maybe it was more like a battle scene out of daytime tv. “I hate you“, she screams. Toys are flying. More scratching and hair-pulling, as I become increasingly aware that intervention will be necessary. With veteran battle skills, I peel them off of each other. Still kicking and screaming they depart to separate spaces to sort out the mess. Lectures, tears, {Read More}































































