I think we all know by now that pop (soda for non-Mid-westerners) isn't good for you.
But I'm not going to talk today about the calories, the sugar, or the caffeine.
I am going to take a different stance on the subject.
The fact there is one of me, and two of them.
And I only drink one pop at a time.
So when they want to play with the bottle.
That presents a problem.
Because there's only one bottle.
And two of them.
Now, you might ask, why did I let them fight?
Well, because it's kind of cute when they fight (and I do realize the older they get, the less cute it will be).
And because I am not going to get in between every fight they have the rest of their lives.
Because there will be many.
And they will get over it.
*On a side note - Brynn was especially fussy this particular incident because she was starting to get her first ear infection... :(