Oh. My. God.
I am so thankful that I didn’t have twins and at the same time I humongously admire the parenting skills of anyone who does have them. Tonight Amber has her two friends over. Twin sisters. Not just any set of twin sisters. We’ve got talking-a-mile-a-minute, seems-like-they’re-on-a-permanent-sugar-rush kind of twin sisters. Cute. Very cute. And seemingly unstoppable.
I was fixing a dinner type of thingy for all of the kids when one of the twittering tykes came to announce that our dog, Mojo, had been trying to hump her leg. I explained to her that even though it’s pretty gross, he was just trying to assert his dominance over her, like saying “I’m the boss of you.” I let her know that they should shoo him out of the room and keep him out by closing the door, and that if he did it again somehow, feel free to conk him lightly on the head. Or come get us or whatever, just don’t let him keep doing it. By that time Doug had wandered into the kitchen to see if I needed any help (I didn’t, but it was very sweet), and the two of us were rewarded with a very long, very fast, very colorful story about so-and-so’s dogs humping some other dog and lots of barking and more humping. Doug and I couldn’t help it. Our eyes met and we burst into fits of laughter over pouring orange juice and doling out chicken nuggets. And the humping story was still going strong.
So now the three are in bed, asleep I hope since it’s very late and time for my break. But I can’t help but think that these sweet little, um, tyrants, aren’t really sleeping, but recharging for tomorrow. Like little batteries that just keep going, and going, and going….
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that’d be horrifying.
