The other day my two eldest girls had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad fight. It was awful. The kind of fight that makes you wonder what kind of derelict mother is raising them and/or pray that they have no younger siblings to ruin with their atrocious examples of behavior.
I don't remember what it was about anymore. They barely remembered what it was about halfway through their brawl. And a brawl it was.
"She said this and then I did this and then she responded with this and....blah, blah, blah, blah, blah." The part that struck me, and stuck with me, is that the younger one, who is smaller and not as strong, was apparently doing something to the elder one, who is much larger and stronger, "for a really long time" and it "really hurt" and she "wouldn't stop."
And besides worrying for the fate of their immortal souls and praying for the Holy Spirit to intervene and somehow take control of the situation for me, all I could think was "If it really hurt so badly, why did you let her keep doing it?"
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