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From the minute she watched her first episodes, she did her best to recreate all of their movements and inflictions.

Side log?

It’s hilarious as fuck to listen to a four-year-old try to speak Klingon only to then have her big brother poorly correct her with his own shittily spoken version.

Definitely one of those I should’ve caught it on video moments.

Now, Braelyn on the other fin?

She went in the opposite direction.

She became mesmerized bythe music.

The soundtracks became the only thing she would even fall asleep to.

She still plays them to help her drift off.

And as much as they may look like me – we’re talking miniature duplicates withslightlylighter skin – they’renothinglike me attitude wise.

They’re bothneat.

And organized.

And anal retentive about time, which is ironic to me considering they were bornprematurely.

Patience is something they’ve always had in abundant supply – even when they were babies – whilecompromiseis their second language.

Are they pushovers?

Absolutely not.

Not when shit matters to them.

Like Blakely forcing me to buythe entire front rowfor her pending performance or Brae guilting me into finding an orchestra bootcamp for her over the summer.

No.

When it comes to shit, they give a fuck about?

They’re balls to the wallmykids, just like their brother.

It’s the other eighty to ninety percent of the time where they flex their “no need to make a fuss” muscles that I question their genetics.

I blame their uncle Puppet Boy.

That’ssohim.

Unlike his two sons – James Jacob Reese or J.J. who was born the same year as the twins and Ryker Jeffrey Reese or R.J. who was born a year behind them – that are more likemeand Nae.

Loud.

Messy.

Rebels for whatever cause they can think of at that particular moment.

You know, more likely to ask forforgivenessrather than permission.

By the way, that’s sonotsomething Puppet Boy loves on pizza and movies night.

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