They're fighting right now...she wanted to look at something, he said "NO!" because he's afraid that she'll mess it up. It's not even his...it's his mother's. And she probably will mess it up, but that's because she's 8 years old and that's what 8-year-olds do. And as I recall, he was messing things up at 8, but he didn't have an older sibling to scold him. Their middle brother is providing unhelpful commentary. But I digress...
There are 11 of them. They are distracting, they are sometimes naughty and sometimes brilliant. They are the worst children and the best. I love them more than I realized I would when I first held them as small babies. I'm scared for their futures, and unreasonably proud of what I already believe they will accomplish as adults. They are sweet and flawed and frustrating and delightful. They are my nieces and nephews and I am so thankful for them.
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You are a good Aunt MoMo!
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