Today I went to Heidi's house to pick up the kids and witnessed Shelly fighting with Brock, only 3 months older than her and an inch taller. There was no way she was going to share the little scooter with him. And then, as I was saying "Shelly, don't push Brock!" I heard another voice. "You're not my cousin anymore! You're not my friend!" Archer was arguing with Annika about something and they were both saying this to each other. "Archer, that's not nice!" I tried to tell him but he wouldn't listen. They fight like siblings because they spend so much time together. But less than five minutes later, when we were in the car driving home, there came a voice from the back seat. "I miss Annika. Annika's my friend and I miss her so much." I asked him, "I thought you didn't like her?" And his simple reply... "But I love her. And I miss her! She's my friend."
That's the blessing of family, I guess. You're friends, and even if you decide not to be friends, you're still cousins. You still see each other and have the chance to be friends again.
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