Because Good LORD, my two have decided they are mortal enemies, MORTAL ENEMIES I TELL YOU, and that someone MUST BE STOPPED.
And no amount of 'Santa knows!' 'Santa sees!' 'Stop before I stuff YOU in a box!' is working.
I remember this: the sibling rivalry, how breathing the same air as your brother made you want to annihilate him for the simple reason he was there, how I swore up and down I would never, NO NEVER have more than one child because of all the horrible things my brother and I gleefully did to each other, and how I promptly grew up, forgot (whimper) all this, and had more than one spawn.
WHAT WAS I THINKING???
Truthfully (and now that the howling has (momentarily, I'm sure) ceased, I love them to bits and wouldn't change them for the world.
Should school HAPPEN to open a few days early?
Their shiny keisters will be on the bus.