Meet Them
These kids are what comprise the kids in our townhouse. Two of them are mine and the other two are my cousins – which technically makes them aunts to my kids. But seeing my eldest is just a month younger from the girl, I just tell him she is an aunt, but she can just be called Bea 
. They are best friends and fight like cats and dogs. I often hear, “I HATE YOU! DONT COME TO MY HOUSE ANYMORE!” only to find them playing in the garage after five minutes. I wish sometimes we act like kids – forgive and really forget, you know?
