Play time with the boys often means shouts and tears these days...mostly from Alex as Brady has taken something away or pushed him down. Occassionaly it is the other way around...Brady screaming because Alex is playing with something that is "his." The other night when I was cleaning up dinner, Brady climbed up on the chair by Alex and the two of them played catch with Alex's stuffed duck Quackly. They were both giggling and having so much fun together. It made my heart melt and I thought, "perhaps there is hope!"
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