lived.”
“We probably just say that because we’re their moms. I
wonder what other people think. If they think they’re just
stinky, pukey, snotty little brats. I used to think that about
other people’s kids. Only when they deserved it. Never about
Tildy or Chance.”
I laugh softly, smothering it by closing my mouth on
the sound. Mandy got remarried a couple years ago. She’s very
happy, and last year, Chance came along to make Tildy a big
sister.
“They’re perfect too. I love those kids.”
“I know. They were so excited to see the babies. Even
Chance, and he’s barely just started walking. I love how he
can’t talk yet, but he gets these huge smiles for them. It’s so
adorable.”
“Mandy said she’d never have twins. I think she pities
us.”
“She does for sure! My parents do too. And your poor
parents. No one can keep up. I think this is going to be a
pattern until they’re, like, forty or something.”
“I was just thinking about that. How we’ll just start
learning what it’s like to get regular sleep again and the house
will constantly be torn apart.”
“I can’t imagine them when they’re two.”
“Everyone says it gets better after a year. That they
look out for each other and keep each other occupied. It’s
actually easier.”
“I think it’s always going to be double the trouble. If
they look after each other, they can encourage each other to
get into double the messes. That one mom in the twins group