Oh, man… the battles have begun with the shrieking “I GET THE FRONT” or “I PUT DIBS ON THE FRONT” comments that I remember being the heart attack waiting to happen of my mother. The funny thing is, this isn’t even “the front”, it’s the middle row in the van. If Reilly doesn’t have a gadget to plug in he wants the middle row. Typically Kate has been as happy as can be to sprawl out in the back row but something changed and she realizes that the middle row is a better place to be. At least once a day there is either a verbal fight, shrieking, crying or an occasional punch. I would say two- three days a week there is a whining “Mooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm…” which makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up AND makes me question how the heck my mother did it!
All I can say is it drives me nuts and every now and again I do what my Mother did… “Yep, go ahead and both of you get in the back. If you can’t work it out, no one can sit there.” Obviously this infuriates both of them. But hey, they’ll figure it out. I can’t wait till Shea factors into the equation. Ugh.