Today is Siblings Day. I have a sibling; he's 65 years old and lives in Spokane. Yes, he's the same one who put a dead snake in my car when he was a child but I still love him. My husband, on the other hand, was a peace loving only child. When our two children grew old enough to play together he was shocked when their play sometimes evolved into squabbles. Somehow he had imagined that siblings always played happily together. Ha ha ha ha ha. He looked astonished when I explained that my brothers (back then I had two) and I occasionally argued, to put it mildly. He kept preaching to our kids that they should be each others best friends. Of course sometimes he was yelling it over their raised voices but eventually it must have sunk in because, I am happy to report, they do get along very well these days. Of course it's easier since they live in separate households. Yay, siblings.
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