So I’m sitting on the floor of the bathroom playing Words with Friends. My spidey senses are tingling, not because I just figured out how to play my Q without a U, but because my twins are up to something.
It’s the unmistakeable sound of flesh on flesh, skulls on floorboards. It’s wrestling.
I do what any parent trying to maintain her sanity (and dignity) on the bathroom floor does.
I open the door and yell. “Stop wrestling!”
As I sit there debating whether or not I should leave my foxhole and crawl to the front lines, I hear Vivian yell in reply, “We’re not wrestling!”
I opt not to engage in the “yes-you-are / no-we’re-not” battle; instead, I shut the door and re-lock it.
Then I hear it, faintly: the response, the one not intended for enemy ears.
Vivian tells William, “Well that got rid of her.”
Now if I could get rid of my three i’s.
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