I've got all these quasi-romantic ideas about siblings. I believe it comes from being an only child. The Boy does not share these ideas, my mom doesn't either. Maybe they're trying to tell me something.

In my sane-brain I know those ideas are silly. My kids will fight and squabble constantly, more or less, for a long time. The rest of their lives. Someday they'll come to an understanding, even be friends (maybe) but for the majority of the time they live under our roof they'll be competing as they see it for everything. I hope I'm up to the task.