It works, it works, they're playing nicely. Quietly? I think not, the pitter patter banging of toy horses fills my ears, and I feel the urge to strangle but their faces are too precious, the kisses and the hugs; the cooing and the fighting. What a wonder of the world that parents are sane, or most are anyways. Looking ahead will make one wonder; how will I react? Dating? Working? Driving? Drugs? Who knows I wonder, only time will tell.

(I don't like it either! So maybe I'll work on it again later!)