Can’t Sleep?

VIVIENNE

“I found the best shell today,” Vince said, holding up a small, shiny shell he had placed on the nightstand. “It’s so smooth, and look at the colors. You won’t find anything like this back home.”

As we tucked the kids into bed, Vince and Vera were still overflowing with excitement about the shells they had found.

Vera, not wanting to be outdone, crossed her arms and pouted.

“Yeah, but mine is way cooler. Look how big it is! And it has all these little ridges on the side. You didn’t find anything like this.”

Vince rolled his eyes. “That’s because yours is broken on one side. It’s not even rare.”

Vera frowned but then grinned cheekily. “Doesn’t matter. It’s still prettier than yours.”

“Is not,” Vince shot back, but he smiled too, clearly not that bothered.

I smiled, watching them bicker lightheartedly.

"Alright, you two, time for sleep. You can argue over whose shell is the best tomorrow."

Vince and Vera giggled, still whispering about their shells as they started to drift o