- a battle that I fear will soon become a bloody war.
Charles is in the middle of puberty - one look at the hair growing under his lip is obvious and Tommy is on the cusp. Everything is a fight between these two I'm afraid.
Last night, after we finished dinner, the boys were cleaning up. A fight ensued over who was going to put their stuff in the fridge. Lettuce went flying and a bottle of barbeque sauce was thrown. Names were called - all over who was going to put their lettuce away first.
Really guys - it's LETTUCE. There is no need to fight. The vegetable bin can hold everything you need to put iin it.