Jeeesus, y'all, this presidential debate is killin' me. As a mom, I want to put these two in a get-along-shirt.
Take a second to appreciate that image. I'll wait.
It's very gratifying, isn't it? I know! You're welcome.
I sit here imagining how I'd parent Donald and Hillary and then I realize I am, kinda. I mean Aidan and Asher act roughly the same way those two do and I'm the equivalent of Chris Wallace in their lives. They interrupt each other all. the. time. Aidan blames Asher for shit he couldn't even possibly be responsible for. When Asher is losing an argument he resorts to name calling and tantrum throwing. They'll both turn on me viciously for interfering in one of their battles and they've both been known to flat out fold up their arms, glare at one another and refuse to admit fault in any form.
Mr. Wallace and I should have coffee some day while the kiddos have a playdate. I think we'd have a lot in common.