While I was straightening up and gathering laundry upstairs the other day, Matt and Robert were playing together in the TV room. Because they were entertaining each other so well I was able to do a few more things than usual and was enjoying the relative peace and quiet. There was no arguing (not that Robert argues per se) or screaming, or any kind of crazy chaos. Just two brothers getting along.
Later, as I was feeding them lunch, Matt informed me that he took very good care of Robert while they were playing and that Robert hurt himself by banging into the coffee table as he walked past it. Matt said, "Robert broke his heart so I kissed it and his heart went right back together!"
Aaaahhhh...
