Look at them. They're a brood. A troop. A nest of goslings. Thriving and writhing.
Lillie abuses us. Like, physically. She hits a lot, and I try to discipline her a little bit more each time. But I lack the backbone that is necessary to make a real change.
Today Ruby yanked Lillie's binky out of her little mouth and flung it, drool splattering everywhere, against the far wall. And in case someone wonders, no, there was no reason. Lillie took two giant steps and with all the power that her tiny back could gather, slapped Ruby on the forehead.
She kind of deserved it and I kind of giggled.
It's just the way things go.