Love and War

Brother and sister, in a perpetual state of frolic and friction.

This morning was the great Battle for the Bacon, wherein C, believing that R had annexed a slice of bacon which was properly his territory, employed guerrilla tactics aimed at destabilizing her transportation routes (aka making us all late by hiding her phone and book report book). There were civilian casualties - as in things became very uncivil - and I missed my train.

But as I was trying to get them to bed, frolic ensued and they both were giggling and dancing as I snapped this photo of them.

And so it goes, most days.