When answering the phone, and these words tumble out, experience counsels no reply.
I have learned, over time, that these words precede a torrent of emotional release, of which one should never step in the way.
When spent, I learn that the boys have taken crayon not only to walls but to carpet as well. How one writes on carpet with crayon is beyond me.
Life with 4-year-old twin tempests entertains in ways unexpected. (Theresa probably didn't see it that way at the time...)
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As much as you travel, I'm surprised your boys are still alive.
By the way, Aaron did not appreciate your duct tape suggestion you left on my blog. (No, I did not try it!)
Wowwwwwwwww. And to think I wanted to have twins... guess I'm lucky mine are 2.5 years apart!
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