Start every day with a good bicker-fast

Due to getting up at different times for school, Ethan and Emmett usually don't eat breakfast together. Thank goodness. I prefer not to start the day with bickering. It's bad enough at the end of the day.

At the end of Every. Single. Day.

This morning, however, the boys did eat breakfast at the same time, because Emmett has an early orchestra practice. Here's what Emmett chose:



And how did that create friction? Not because Ethan wanted the same thing. Not because Ethan wanted the microwave at the same time. Not because Emmett took the last of the ketchup to accompany the eggs.

No, it was too much hole-poking.

You know how with frozen meals, you poke (or peel back) the plastic to let out steam? Well, Emmett poked and poked and poked and poked and ...

"Emmett! That's enough holes!"

Emmett launched into some defense of the number of holes. And the bickering was on. Sigh.

I counted the holes. Thirteen.

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