Some Sunday Mornings Are Touch And Go

My son and daughter are six and four. They’re calling from the living room at 6 AM on a Sunday while my husband and I are still in bed.

Daughter: “Moooooooom! [Son’s Name] keeps touching me!”

Me: “[Son’s Name], don’t touch your sister!”

Daughter: “Moooooooom! He’s putting a finger really close to me but not touching me!”

Me: “[Son’s Name], don’t put your hand close to your sister!?

Daughter: “Moooooooom! He’s putting his toes really close to me!”

Husband: “I understand now why some animals eat their young.”