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The Adventures of Motherhood with Twin Boys
The Adventures of Motherhood with Twin Boys
Love, Hugs, and a few Tears
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What is that I hear?
I was using the restroom. The farthest room from the front of the house. I could hear Lucas and Brodie talking in low voices, like they were collaborating something. I could tell they were in the kitchen, but I couldn't identify the clanking sounds, which only meant I had better get out their fast! Within seconds I was running down the hall toward the kitchen. As I slide around the corner, I saw Brodie inside the dishwasher flinging a large knife around in the air like he was conducting music, while Lucas tossed a dirty plate back into the dishwasher as if it were a Frisbee. I moved Lucas aside as I lunged for the knife, gently removed it from Brodie's hand, as I pulled him out of the dishwasher, and quickly shut the dishwasher door. Lucas and Brodie immediately reached for the latch and the dishwasher was open again. Just when I thought I had "toddler proofed" my house. Lucas and Brodie out smarted me again. Thank God they were both okay.
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