I’m alone in the house with two five year olds and two two year olds. So far, I’m winning.

The girls are drawing with crayons quietly, the boys are downstairs wrestling loudly.

Occasionally, I have to stick my head downstairs and tell the boys to not wrestle on the stairs, or stop throwing knives, or to keep the open flame to a minimum.

L_ drew a little bit on Scout’s paper.
Scout: Daddy, L_ drew on my paper!
Me: She’s helping you!
Scout: Oh. (beat) Thank you, L_.

That never happens with boys.