One has a fever, the other is raring to go.
One sits on the couch and stares into the television even when it lands on snow.
The other tears up the house. Strewing toys and crumbs and frustrations all about the floor.
Mostly they ignore each other and blame me.
Why do you let him do that?
She doesn't ever listen to me!
All I can say is ...
I hope tomorrow cools down.