I was in the basement taking laundry out of the dryer when I heard this series of sounds:
The shower turned on.
The toilet in the other bathroom flushed.
Big Brother yelled, "Oh, no!"
Feet thudded up the stairs.
Big Brother yelled "Sorry!" before his sister even had a chance to shout, "WHO FLUSHED ME?"
And I smiled, because with all the bickering those two do, it was nice to have a reminder that underneath it all, there's love there.