Back to Back
The babies where being monsters this morning, howling and clawing at each other to get to pole position in the mom lap. Then they showed an unprecedented unreasonable streak over who got to put more of their boogery little fingers into the tiny bowl of frozen bananas.
So I ditched their asses and did a few chores elsewhere.
When I came back, all was quite murmurs and coos: the two of them sitting back to back, Josie leaning a little into to Georgia, Georgia leaning a little into Josie, each reading their own baby book. A vision of utopian sibling-hood, suitable to be painted on a vase.
Then they saw me and it was all claws again: “bitch, stay away: she’s MINE!’ and etc.
