Driving home last night I was tired, it was late, and I had a headache. The older children were being ... less than cooperative. So, I turned to Kaity first, then Joe, and explained firmly, with clear hand gestures, "This is YOUR bubble. And this is YOUR bubble. Stay silently in your own bubble!" Having made myself perfectly clear, I turned around to enjoy the unusual quiet. After about a minute, Selah piped up in a very annoyed tone, "Kaity, it's not YOUR bubble, it's MY bubble!"
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