Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

My little Claire and Mason could put the WWE to shame. In fact, a little boxing ring exists within the walls of my home. Anyone who has seen Mason in motion wouldn't be too surprised that he is a little ornery. Claire, on the other hand, spends most of her day primping and dressing up in her pink frilly princess get-up or playing with baby dolls and her play kitchen. Don't let my petite little princess fool you, though.
It never fails, when I am unloading the dishwasher or performing any of my other domestic goddess duties, a knock-down, drag-out fight between my two littlest sluggers is a guarantee. It seems to happen the same every time: Claire screams - and not just any scream. It is a shriek that puts the highest note Mariah Carey has ever hit to shame. It is glass-shattering, blood-curtling, eardrum-bursting loud. I have found that this shriek is usually the result of a toy being taken away, a twin brother stepping too close to her, or just a glance in the wrong direction - her direction. Then, she'll shove Mason away, motioning for him to get out of her room or to leave her alone. This, in turn, ignites the ticking time bomb that is my Mason Edward. My two-year-old little cuddle bug has a swing like Muhammad Ali. He has knocked Claire square in the jaw on more than one occasion. There is nothing like a fist in the face to piss Claire Bear smooth off. Because the previously mentioned scenario happens within a matter of seconds, I am usually in the room pulling Claire off her brother by now...but not in time to get her before she gives him a few good slaps on the head.
How, you ask, do I know this is what happens? Because Big Brother Cade is there to give me the play by play as I'm running to prevent any blood-shed. Too often have I heard, "MOM! Mason just punched Claire!" or, "MOM! Claire's hitting Mason in the face with her doll!" Thank goodness for my little mediator...