playing/fighting

My girls know how to play and fight hard. We are going to have some interesting teen years. I love listening to the girls trample down the hallway playing tag, but it never ceases to amaze me how quickly their squeals of joy turn to shrieks of anger. They are both so dang independent and want everything to be equal among them. If it's not, they notice and let me know about it.

The other day we were baking in the kitchen and well...things started out okay. We made sure we had two chairs and two baking utensils per peanut and they were happy...until they weren't. V's foot slid onto Mya's chair for just a second so Mya took V's measuring cup and well hitting ensued. I let it continue for a few minutes because I wanted to see if they could work it out...which didn't happen. I stepped in and forced a hug. The hug was given grudgingly, but it worked. They were happy again.