What are they fighting over? Soda? Preferential seating in front of the TV? Oil rights in third world countries? Nope. Ice. That's right, ice. Crushed ice to be exact. Both of them have a hankering for ice. It was quite funny, actually. Emma would grab the cup from Emery and then Emery would snatch it right back. This went on for quite some time until I finally intervened before ice got strewn across the living room. I can't wait to see what happens when they start driving and we make them share a car.
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