So, just five minutes ago I was relishing in all THREE of my children playing nicely together. Notice, I WAS relishing the moment. They were playing a game where Conner and Kate were some sort of super heroes. Sadie was their baby. They had to protect the baby from the attacking bad guys/aliens/mutants/villains. Cute, huh? Anyway, this went on for a while and I was listening to them while I folded laundry. I then witnessed the following conversation:
Conner, "Hurry, the bad guys are coming!"
Kate, "Save our baby, she is scared of the bad guys and is crying!"
Conner, "Kate, Sadie is not crying."
Kate, "Well, we could make her cry."
What do I say to that? This super-mom just let them keep playing. Why intervene? The bad guys/aliens/mutants/villains arrived before they could make their little sister cry so all was well. At least I got to fold the laundry in peace, right?