The children are playing together this morning. They sound very happy. And yet I’m worried. Because they’re playing in the bathroom, and the water is running in the sink, and I keep hearing things like:

“Oh, that’s perfect!”

“I look beautiful!”

“You look like a Muppet rock star!”

“Let the styling begin!”

I should put a stop to this, I’m pretty sure. But they’re having such a good time. And they’re not arguing. I’m just going to deal with the consequences later.

(The Consequences Later:

“Did you put soap in your hair?”

“It was the only way we could get stylish.”

“I see. Go get ready for your bath.”)