I walked by the dining room this afternoon and found Abby, Brady, and a legion of their stuffed animals (bears and unicorns, to be precise) drafting a peace accord.
And I love it even more when my 16-year old is willing to do silly things like write up peace treaties between animal nations because she knows it will amuse her littlest brother.
That's love right there (even if they wouldn't call it that). And I am grateful.
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