War and Peace.

Screaming.  Yelling.  More screaming.  Maniacal laughter.  Slamming doors.

Apparently, Juliana woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and was behaving a little crazed.  Sheldon, never one to pass up an opportunity, decided to get all in-her-face.

Peter and I lay in bed listening to it all.  Neither of us dared wade into such volatile territory.

Five or ten minutes later, as quickly as it started, it was done.

Quiet.

We waited to see what would happen next and heard Sheldon yell:   "We're finished fighting.  We're going to play marbles now."

And so it was.