Saturday Morning at 10:06am
My kids like each other and it makes me happy.
Mind you, this is the same daughter who (aged 5-ish), sat on her brother's (aged 2-ish) chest as he lay on the rug, and refused to let him get up. He, in classic pre-schooler frustration, bit her. At which point, she grabbed him by his shoulders and began to lift the top half of his body up and down, slamming it onto the floor, all the while saying, and I quote, "Damn you, f*** you, damn you, f*** you!"
They teach that stuff in kindergarten. Really. They do.