My cute widdle kiddies are now 23. Even though they still do cute things (like jump up and do the Pepto Bismal dance whenever the commercial comes on), it isn’t the same. I’ll share one of my favorite stories-- I have several-- and you tell me some of yours.
I have twins, a boy and a girl. When they were toddlers it was easier and faster to bath them together and if I filled the tub with a little water and a lot of toys I could attempt to wash dishes or season the chicken or even just sit down for whole minutes at a time. I knew it had to end one day and this was that day.
They were in the tub and I was in the kitchen when Heartache-- the boy-- starts calling me in a panic. “MOMMY, MOMMY!!! Come here. Hurry! HURRY!!!” I ran as quickly as I could, convinced Pain-- the girl-- had banged her head and was bleeding to death from the wound.
“What is it!!!” I yell as I run. I get to the bathroom and Heartache is looking at his sister in horror.
“Pain’s penis is BROKEN!”