A couple of fave comments from strangers on twindom:
"Are you sure they're twins? She's so much taller."
"Did you use any special positions to get pregnant with twins?"
"Are you worried their umbilical cords will get wrapped around their necks at birth?"
"What kind of fertility treatments do you use?" (none, actually. We've just been extremely lucky. And extremely fertile.)
Anyway - back to the lack of impulse control four year olds. Here were today's highlights:
He peed on the living room floor "because Henry told him to." Now let's get this straight - Henry has about 20 words - not a big talker. One of his latest happens to be "pee". Apparently Henry said "pee", so Quinn followed through.
He picked up the only pair of Henry's shoes that I could find after a 30 minute search, and hurled them into our garden - a deep pocket of ferns, azaleas, euphorbia and all sorts of ground cover. I didn't see where he threw them, so an additional 10 minutes were spent searching a second time.
That is 40 minutes of shoe searching and 10 minutes of cleaning up pee and the floor. I can think of about 63 other ways I would like to have spent that 50 minutes. Nesting, organizing, playing legos, getting a pedicure, eating a bowl of granola, reading a magazine to name just a few.