I know that there are families where the siblings battle (my sister and I were more likely to squabble in the car than laugh), and I am truly thankful that my kids rarely fight. They are fantastic friends - I'm thankful for that too, and I'm so glad they do such a stupendous job of entertaining each other. I realize that not all kids behave this way.
I'm glad they listen to NPR and then repeat names and phrases which make them giggle. Even if they don't really understand who Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was, I'm glad that his name is planted in their brains. It will rise up one day in an AP class as if arriving from thin air, and it will have been their childhood glee that lay down that neural pathway.
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