We were getting to the end of our mini-mediation.  Two year old Tracy had apologized for knocking down the hammock (well actually, a scarf) Kristen had painstakingly suspended between the couch and the ottoman for use by her stuffed dog.  "And Kristen," I admonished, "your reaction of yelling, growling and stomping your feet was too much.  It was...childish to have a tantrum over that."  Kristen looked at me.  "Mom, I am a child.  Five year olds DO that."   

I had nothing to reply to that.

Still, Kristen relented and kissed Tracy's forehead to let her sister know all was forgiven.  They started to giggle again after that.