As we head into Thanksgiving week where the girls will be home all day, I begin wondering:
If I were a Lion and they were my cubs, at what point do I step in to stop them from killing each other? Sometimes, the child’s-play gets too rough for one of them. So, Mommy or I have to referee. Lions don’t do this.
And, why do they have to keep fighting on My bed, watching My TV?
Brush your fangs and go to bed! We’ll have Gazelle in the morning! Not good enough for you? Turn off the TV. And go to den!