lived.”
 
 “We probably just say that because we’re their moms. I
 
 wonder what other people think. If they think they’re just
 
 stinky, pukey, snotty little brats. I used to think that about
 
 other people’s kids. Only when they deserved it. Never about
 
 Tildy or Chance.”
 
 I laugh softly, smothering it by closing my mouth on
 
 the sound. Mandy got remarried a couple years ago. She’s very
 
 happy, and last year, Chance came along to make Tildy a big
 
 sister.
 
 “They’re perfect too. I love those kids.”
 
 “I know. They were so excited to see the babies. Even
 
 Chance, and he’s barely just started walking. I love how he
 
 can’t talk yet, but he gets these huge smiles for them. It’s so
 
 adorable.”
 
 “Mandy said she’d never have twins. I think she pities
 
 us.”
 
 “She does for sure! My parents do too. And your poor
 
 parents. No one can keep up. I think this is going to be a
 
 pattern until they’re, like, forty or something.”
 
 “I was just thinking about that. How we’ll just start
 
 learning what it’s like to get regular sleep again and the house
 
 will constantly be torn apart.”
 
 “I can’t imagine them when they’re two.”
 
 “Everyone says it gets better after a year. That they
 
 look out for each other and keep each other occupied. It’s
 
 actually easier.”
 
 “I think it’s always going to be double the trouble. If
 
 they look after each other, they can encourage each other to
 
 get into double the messes. That one mom in the twins group