You could tell by the way that they cleaned the guns that they’d been taught by the same person . . .
When my twins were two years old I had steamy droplets of perspiration dripping out of every pore in my body. . . .
Desperate for adult conversation, I volunteer as a room mom. I’m teamed up with Victoria, whose twins are Drew and Cameron. Victoria’s high maintenance, but she’s fine with the fact that Deshy has two mommies.
Victoria asks if the twins can come over for a playdate while she shops for the day. Deshy has been to their house—now it’s our turn. He’s not thrilled when I tell him . . .