This morning sometime shortly after dawn as the kids ran circles around the bed tearing at our covers like pint-sized barracudas, Damonn and I lay in bed weighing our options in regards to the brain shredding day of whining, fussing and sibling rivalry that stood before us.
Me: What if we locked in them in a room to fight to the death and just raised the one that survived?
Damonn: Nah, our luck they would join into one superhuman child with the power to overthrow us.
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