kids downstairs, latte almost dead.  Kids scuffle over how the other is not the boss.  Already, already….

Let’s get involved, I guess….

Emma wants Jackie’s Mets hat from little league, Jack won’t give it to her and I side with Jack telling Emmie that it is his, then ask if she wants the dinosaur cap in my car, she looks up with curled lower lip, the sad ebb I call it, and I retrieve after she nods with that look.  She follows me to the door, I skip to the rear passenger side door, get it, run back to house, and again momentary civility.