

Things do sour a bit when Margaret grabs the train track and turns it into a dozen track pieces. Or when Joseph decides to "feed" Margaret. I've resumed my vigilant scanning of the environment for potential choking hazards. Then there's the mobile stander and soon-to-be wheelchair. It's a bit hard for a two-year-old to understand that running over his sister is painful.
It is a great joy of parenthood to see them have fun together, though. I won't delude myself into thinking it will always be this way. Certainly my own childhood has plenty of evidence to the contrary: games of GI Joe turning into shouting matches. But we all love each other, now. Right?
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