Calling home at 10:30 to find out when an appointment was, I could hear very quickly that there was a bit of tension at home.  Through the hubbub I heard Isak starting to scream, and B, on the verge of losing his temper, said, “Would! You! Two! Stop! Fighting!  You’ve been at each other all morning!  Just stop fighting for 5 minutes!!”

And Isak whimpers from the background, “I’m not fighting with my sister!  I’m fighting with my shoelaces!”