Oops. I forgot to post this one last night. I had prettier photos, but this was the one I kept coming back to. This one and the few before it where my daughter is smacking my son in the head for teasing her and he is grinning devilishly. As much as they tease and fight with one another (over things like “the” spot on the couch, the best cup, the Wii remote, etc.), they really are close. As soon as we got home after dropping the older two off at school, the youngest was already asking when we could pick them up. I’m not sure why I even try bringing all three of them to the grocery store. I’m always “that” Mom–you know the one that everyone is looking at like what is wrong with her children? Or what’s wrong with that mother? Why is she taking photos of her children fighting in a grocery store? Tsk. Tsk. I’m not sure who they feel sorry for more–me or the kids. I used to care, but not so much anymore. It’s easier than it was a year ago and someday I’ll look back on this photo wistfully and laugh.