My munchkins were in the kitchen last night as I was sitting on the couch in the living room. I can't see the kitchen from my couch, but I could hear the microwave hum and then the refrigerator door open and close.
Then I heard the seven year old say to the nine year old, "Michael, I love you...you're the best brother...". I turned around and realized Michael had heated a homeade chocolate chip cookie (cookies that he had made the night before) and poured a glass of milk for his little bro.
It was enough to make me wonder who those kids were and what they did with mine.
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