Ahhh...sisters. Sisters that love each other. It is always fabulous when Emma and Avery are not screaming and hitting one another. When they can sit comfortably next to each other without someone bleeding from a scratch mark.
But inevitably, someone sooner or later feels the mad impulse to just touch the other one. And it all goes down hill from there. You can see Avery just thinking, "
What will she do if I just touch her nose? Let's find out..."
The death glare. Avery has learned how to quickly retreat to the other end of the chair. Why is it they just can't leave well enough alone?
Ahhh...sisters. Sisters that love each other. It is always fabulous when Emma and Avery are not screaming and hitting one another. When they can sit comfortably next to each other without someone bleeding from a scratch mark.
But inevitably, someone sooner or later feels the mad impulse to just touch the other one. And it all goes down hill from there. You can see Avery just thinking, "What will she do if I just touch her nose? Let's find out..."
The death glare. Avery has learned how to quickly retreat to the other end of the chair. Why is it they just can't leave well enough alone? 
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