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This morning my children awoke looking...unkempt. A mild, but yucky illness has been making its rounds in our house. I decided that the (now) 10 year-old needed a shower immediately followed by a nice soapy bath for the 6 year-old. I was upstairs preparing for the school day while everything progressed swimmingly in the downstairs bathroom . All of a sudden, I heard the murmurs of discontent wafting up the stairs. Soon enough the murmurs turned to disputings and the disputings erupted into the noise of violence that drowned out my feeble attempt to continue with math class as if nothing was happening. I heard a crash, a scream, and the distinct wail of a little girl with a sore throat. Being that this sort of thing happens on an almost daily basis, I tend not to panic so I sent the 7 year-old down to compile a report while I trudged on through negative integers with the 10 year-old. She came back upstairs with the information that sister was attempting to kill brother over a quarter.