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Francis of Assisi would run away from home if he lived here!

The title might be a bit extreme - Francis might just go to his room and shut the door and put a pillow over his head to silence the 'noise'. I have done that on occasion. And not because I have toddlers, or a kid that plays the drums or even really loud kids - it's because I live in a house where there is one lawyer, one law school student, and two more potential lawyers. And me - the one singing "Let there be peace on earth . . ."

 The other four Piggins family members enjoy debating. Sometimes, I think for the sake of the debate. John, Michael, Matthew and Delaney seem to really like these 'discussions'. For instance, we were watching a television show recently - I cannot even recall which one, but it seemed fairly bland - when one of the barrister Piggins made a comment that inspired disagreement from another barrister Piggins. That inspired another from another. And then one more from another until the four of them were debating on some point that was completely unknowable and quite inane. Over a television show that I cannot even recall and over some 'issue' for which there was no way of finding information to support each of their particular positions.  Moments prior to the argument, I had commented that it was nice to the entire family together since it rarely happens anymore. Then the argument ensued and I wanted to take back those words!! I sat on the couch in complete awe and increasing disgust that this argument was escalating - and in my head singing the words of Francis of Assisi.

 On my little patch of earth, peace is found between the debates. Or when I retreat to my room, close the door and put the pillow over my head!

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