Did you notice that it is a lot quieter without C1 around? Without her here telling us everything about everything?"
So sayeth our son this evening. Soda really hurts when you snort it through your nose, btw.
His older sister (C1) is away at camp. C2, our son, is right, it is quieter. Pleasantly so, because he and she fight like cats and dogs over every fact known to mankind.
For the next four days, the boy is top dog (or cat). He's loving every second of it.
I'm enjoying the silence in the car and at the dinner table. It's nice not playing factual or logical fallacy referee.