While the girls were in the tub, I heard Abby start crying. "Hannah hit me three times!" she sobbed.
"Hannah, did you hit Abby?"
"Yeah," she said matter-of-factly."Don't do it again."
"Okay.""Say you're sorry."
"Sorry, Abby.""Would you like it if I hit you?"
"No.""Don't hit!"
She paused then whispered, "Roar."
Abby's wails changed into a belly laugh instantly. I wanted to join in, but I was trying to make a point! "Hannah," I repeated, "don't hit."
Another sweet whisper, "Roar."
It was all over. I'm not sure who won but I'm pretty sure it wasn't me.
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