Brain not working today. Left spent four hours screaming last night for No. Reason. Whatsoever. None. Or rather, it was for every reason, like her leg hurt, and she wanted a hug, and her cheek hurt, and it was dark. Her poor sister and I are dragging today.
Oh, and I should probably note for any of you new people that I call my twins Left and Right, because their initials are L and R and that's how we always arrange them in pictures to make sure we know who's who later. They're identical, and while we can tell them apart now, who knows what will happen after ten more years of "My cheek hurts!" at 3 AM.
Left also declared her career aspirations to us the other day. For the first time, we asked her what she wanted to be when she grows up. And she said, "I'm going to wear a bra to keep those things on my belly from bouncing all around." I figured maybe she needed a little clarification and asked what she'd do to make money.
She's going to pick apples. While wearing a bra.
Right is going to be a princess. The Batson is going to be a rockstar. We'll be awash in music, crowns, and apples.
What did you want to be when you grew up? I had this stage when I wanted to be the world's first female garbage collector. Yeah, I don't get it either.