That's what the twinados are going to turn me into... an alky! There have only been a handful of times that those runts have made me want to pickle my liver and tonight was one of those nights.
Of course, I'm too big of a wuss to do it because Brent is out of town and I can't be hammered if there is an emergency or something and I have to drive somewhere. I am the only one in this house with a valid driver's license right now.
But I'm daydreaming of it nonetheless.
Poor Brent is in for it when he gets home because my ass is going to fester in a hot bath until my hands and feet turn pruney to the verge of disintegration. He'll be playing Mom.
Those two little terrors are going to give us a run for our money when they get to be a little bit older. They are already plotting and scheming against us and they think it's funny. They know that a big rule during bath time is 'no standing in the tub'. I ducked into the closet for a half second to grab a towel for them and when I turned around, they were both standing up in the tub, looking at each other, and giggling because they knew they were being rotten. I will admit that it was pretty precious and gave me old school flashbacks of me and my brother when we were up-to-no-good little munchkins, but it was the beginning of the end for the evening because it preceded a stream of extreme rottenness, trips to time-out, and tears (both theirs and mine).
These little rugrats don't come with manuals.
Be that as it may, I still love those two little skid marks more than life. Stinkers!
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