My kids are 22 months apart. They are the best of friends and the worst of enemies. More often though, they are the best of friends (as long as my daughter's in charge). One night when my daughter was saying her prayers at bedtime she thanked God for her brother and for making him so funny. Too cute. He is quite the comedian. I had to remind her of that sweet little prayer the next day of course, when she refused to share her Play-Doh. The Play-Doh she wasn't even using because she was busy coloring.
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