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When your children are fighting over the very air they breathe, what are exhausted parents supposed to do? We had our kids write grievance essays, where they ratted each other out and told their truths. 20 years later these family essays are hysterically funny records of the insults and struggles of sharing chairs, the tv remote, and chores. Read the kids essays and be reminded of how hard growing up with siblings really is, while you begrudgingly admit you like them.

"I don't like to be called names because they hurt my feelings. I feel mad when the other person acts if it never happened. And if they don't say they are sorry then I get really mad. Ty called me a bimbo. I turned off the tv and went upstairs. I came down and he called me a weirdo. I want him to say it like he meant it, not a cheap "sorry." Because he didn't mean it. And you know it."
"…And if Elise wants to fight with me then I can lock her outside for as long as I want."
"P.S. Jen is a liar! Same as Elise. And Elise is a cusser."