I was running up and down the stairs putting laundry away and I hear general rough housing start downstairs. It’s only Wren and Otis. Surely this isn’t going to end bad-
“MOM! WREN SCRATCHED ME!”
Me:
Wren:
I walk half way down the stairs and see Wren sitting behind her brother pulling her own hair looking at me like, “You know this mofo isn’t innocent, right? This is an open and shut case of stand your ground.”
“Otis, did you pull your sister’s hair?”
And I guess I just thought having kids 6 years apart was gonna spare me from this…
The Poor Mom 