A different kind of sibling love

I just can’t imagine that my brother and sister and I were ever as copacetic as my children are when we were little.

Yes, my kids are sitting atop a coffee table, but watching them sit and sing and share without complaint or argument astounds me.

I’m fairly certain that I would’ve been hitting my brother over the head with one of these puzzles and screaming at my sister to stop singing her stupid Little Mermaid songs.