The girls know the best way to get Mommy off a “I’m so mad at you 2!” soapbox, is to quickly engage in interesting play.  Mommy is a sucker for hearing her girls get their imagination on.  Last week was spent at my breaking point.  My final edict went something like, “The moment I cannot take you 2 any longer, is the moment you go to bed.  If it’s 4 pm, so be it.” Shortly thereafter, I came upstairs to find the hallway littered with plastic bugs, Sara and Kelly wearing backpacks, creating field journals as they silently moved from insect to insect.  Advantage: The Girls.  Well played my children.  Well played.