So, my two oldest boys get into an argument tonight. Listening to them, my husband and I see that they are both wrong, but neither will admit it. It goes on like this. Because they share a room and the argument is getting ridiculous, we separate them by putting them to bed in different bedrooms.
Then, a storm comes.
A ferocious storm. With thunder, lightning, and wind.
Our eleven year old comes running into our bedroom. He doesn't want to sleep alone. It's too scary. Can he sleep with us?
Our thirteen year old comes in. The wind is really howling and the back bedroom is making funny noises. Can he go back to his own bedroom? Please?
So, we tuck them back into their own beds, in the bedroom that they share. They are both grinning ear to ear.
As my husband and I walk out of their bedroom we hear them whispering "I'm sorry" to each other . . .
which makes both of us grin ear to ear.