"So, we'll leave them at home, but you can still chew on Lovey while you watch TV or when you're in bed, right?" I said, summarizing our agreement.
"Yes," said Turtle, "but it will be ok because we'll have our big kid beds when we turn 4."
I turned around and said, "Big kid beds???"
"Yes, Mommy," chimed in Monkey. "You get big kid beds when you are 4."
Twin Daddy and I looked at each other in surprise, shock, horror, amusement. Then we both started talking at the same time, things like, "Really?" and "We didn't know you wanted big kid beds" and "We'll have to talk about it."
I was still looking and them, and they each were looking at me like I was crazy, which is a look I've seen before. But then, a first. They looked at each other and exchanged a glance that said, "Can you believe these idiots are our parents?"
I turned around in my seat, bewildered. Twin Daddy was muttering to himself and shaking his head. "Geesh. Twins. Two beds."
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Tonight I was reading a bedtime story to the girls, and when I don't like the message of a book, I edit while I read. Tonight the book was about Percival, a caterpillar who feels sorry for himself through the whole book that he is plain brown when all his insect friends are so colorful and beautiful. It ends NOT when he decides that brown is beautiful too, but when he turns into a colorful butterfly "and is not so plain any more."
So I had left out all the parts about how sad he was to be plain and in lieu of the last line I said, "and then he was all the colors of the rainbow." Turtle pointed to the pink stripe in his wings and said, "Pink is not in the rainbow." Then Monkey pointed to the white dots and said, "White is not in the rainbow either."
"Oh, all right," I said, "It shouldn't say that. Next time I'll say 'Then he was all the colors he had admired so much.'"
They looked a little dubious. I think they're on to me.
