Rachel let out an ear-piercing scream, stormed off to her room, and slammed the door.
"What now?" I asked, my patience already worn tissue paper thin by today's shenanigans.
"You told us to clean our rooms so we could go to the pool," Miriam explained.
"Yes, but why did Rachel scream?"
"Because I was playing the piano."
"Yes, but why did she scream?"
"Because I told her to give me one minute, so she started counting to one minute, but she was counting too fast, so I told her so."
"And that made her scream?"
"Well, she got mad and started playing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star really loudly on the piano."
"Yes, I heard that part. But what made her scream like that?"
"She was playing so loud that I couldn't even think!"
"So...I stabbed her with a not-so-sharp pencil."
Mmmhmmm. That's the kind of day we had. The kind of day where one of your sweet-natured little girls stabs the other in the back with a (not-so-sharp (but sharp enough to have left its mark)) pencil.
Fortunately we're all friends again. The girls are even having a sleepover in Rachel's room tonight (though one of them didn't think it was particularly fair that she is now having "lights out" time while Rachel is having "extra show" time, but one of them has a hole in her back and the other does not, so it looks pretty darn fair to me).
Tomorrow we're going for a stab-free day.
Setting that bar real high.