Leaving well enough alone

Why is it that I think I must intervene when things are going well? Why do I think that I can always make it better?

The kids were having a great time last night in the hotel pool. B was throwing his life vest and pretending to catch CC, who was being a fish. They were having a great time. Then some other kids and their Mom and Dad joined us and all was fun and games.

So, today I went to Target and bought some diving sticks (various Super Heroes) and my two kids spent at least twenty minutes fighting over who got which one and if they were going to take turns and everything.

I should have just left well enough alone.

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