Saturday Afternoon...

So the twins are over right now, and they forced me to come outside and watch them play... against my will. After several failed attempts at the 'Give Me a Lift' game, where one jumps on the other's back, Jasmine declared, "I have to go to the bathroom," and walked inside.
Next, Janelly threatened to traverse the clothesline by hoisting herself onto a patio chair. "It's for clothing, not people," I stated, firmly, and she quickly changed her mind. Instead of playing Navy Seal, she decides to join her sister upstairs, where I hear them now, conversing in the bathroom.
Now, I can only imagine they're filling the sink with bubbles again, or pouring shampoo into the toilet, but I'm going to let it go this once because what's a little fun here and there for children?
They just came bounding down the deck steps and giggling about something. I know that giggle. It's the "I got away with it" giggle. They're nearly six now, so they're not getting away with much anymore.
Uh-oh, they're back to Give Me a Lift, and they somehow made it over to the porch.
"Are you writing bad words?" Janelly asked.
"Only if you say something I need to quote."
Next, Jasmine picked up a rubber ball and and stated "If I make it into the basket, I win."
The 'basket' is an Adirondack chair.
"Bring it on!" Janelly yelled.
Jasmine won.
They got bored, I guess, because after hearing the sound of footsteps running up the steps, the sliding door, and the piano keys gloomily plinking, they began screaming my name through the window screens, asking for a snack.



I need to go inside before they eat all my cookies.