They’re at it. Again.
I can hear it through the walls.
It starts quietly enough. But soon, it’ll be out of hand.
The kids are bickering. Arguing over some silly little thing. She’ll pick up one toy, left untouched by him for months, and suddenly it’s all he wants. We ask her to hand it over—the injustice of it!—and she reluctantly complies, then instincti…