The kids have a funny little conspiratorial habit of not narcing on one another when they are playing a game they know I don't like. They latest game in this category is the old classic where one kid sits in the swing, and the other spins them around and around until the chains can't twist any more, and then lets go. You know, the gross dizzy type of activity that children choose to do right after dinner, making parents all over the world too queasy to watch.
They routinely get hurt doing this. Clara will accidentally twist Trevor's finger in the swing, or Trevor will kick Clara in the head. But they talk each other down from their tears, and wouldn't dream of coming crying to me. Because then it would be game over. So I suppose semi-dangerous games do have their upside....
Trevor also likes to grab leaves with his feet.
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