The cacophony coming from the children’s room was deafening.
She walked in to two small teary faces. One red with indignation, one blotchy with enraged demand. A pile of blocks depicted fresh ruins. A toy car spun a morose wheel toward an apathetic ceiling.
The wails rose to crescendo, a duet for justice.
She knelt to wrap an arm around each sobbing set of shoulders. “Shhh….” she cooed, “What happened?”
“He …” the girl accused, an index finger poking emphasis at her brother. “He broke my castle.” Tears flowed.
“I didn’t!” he protested, matching tear to bawl. “She push me! It broked!”
“He put the car on my castle! Castles are for princesses!”
“But …” he cried, insisted, “but … I said please, Mommy! I pleased her first!”
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