Some days they fight like a "rollin' ball of butcher knives...teeth, hair, and eyeballs" as Daddy says.
And then some days they do this. They can't help it, they have their mama's Irish temperament.
I do, from time to time, warn them that if they can't get along I will make them walk down Main Street Silverton, the three of them, holding hands. They know I'm serious and they know I will take a photo and blog about it too.