Every single day -- and I mean every single day... Trey and Tamsyn fight over who gets to sit by the plant during breakfast. You would think the plant would feel pretty special, but no, it is slowly getting brown spots and is just as tired of the fighting as Natasha and I are.
After the squabble over the beloved spot next to the plant there is a similar battle over who gets to say the blessing. Trey usually wins, and if he doesn't he usually wants to say two prayers. The other day I had to laugh when I noticed how Tamsyn was prompting him...
I am sure there will come a day when the kids are arguing because they don't want to say it -- So I guess for now I should enjoy their over eagerness.
