The younger one is an angel... absolutely adorably an angel. She's sweet.. a little mischevious... but you tell her properly that some of her actions are unwarranted, she understands. But the elder one... She makes sure I be canonized upon death for having put up with her!
And now, as I sit here, exhausted, I wonder. Do I need kids? Can I handle them enough? A crash from my dresser answers my question quite eloquently!