Aliens abducted my children and replaced them with exact, giant replicas that are NICE to each other.
Creepin’ me out, man.
Yesterday, the girl was disappointed because I couldn’t ditch work and take her up to the school to shoot hoops. (side note: the girl begins her illustrious basketball career tomorrow. Look for the Air Jaggers shoe (sizes 11 and up, only) in a store near you, soon). When the boy got home, she asked him to take her.
AND HE DID.
But first, he insisted on filling her ball with more air. And then he walked her to the school and gave her pointers while she practiced.
“And then he laid down and watched me for awhile.” Well, that’s normal, anyway.
Freaky kids. I think I like it.