As usual my children are ignoring their toys.
Phoebe and Annika found my hammer that has four different screw drivers hidden inside (they screw apart like those Russian dolls). They are on the floor playing this evening and we over hear this...
P: Where are the twins, dear? (Being the hammer "mommy".)
A: You can't play like that. You gotta be a screwdriver to be in this family!
Ahh yes. Those are our kids. I don't know, I laughed pretty hard. Maybe I'm just slap happy.
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