Two of them are always fighting. The third is always trying to be the peace maker...or instigator, depending on the day.
They are also amazingly bonded. Nobody comes between them. They have each other's back in a way that makes me proud to be a mom. To be their mom.
Fridays bring sleepovers. The three of them piled into one bedroom, usually the boys' room. It's loud. There is a lot of giggling and playing. Not a lot of sleeping goes on. But one thing always happens: they sleep right next to each other, in weird positions, sharing blankets, always together.
Even better than all of that? I know their secret: deep down inside, they really love one another.
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