Here's a good scary story for you. We put our little darlings down for a nap a couple of days ago, and they fussed for 15 minutes and then became quiet. I assumed they had fallen asleep, but when I heard them laughing ten minutes later, I became nervous. Sure enough, as I walked upstairs, I saw a trail of toilet paper coming from our bathroom winding toward the girls' room. Annie and Parker had not unrolled one roll of toilet paper. Being twins, they decided to unroll one APIECE! Bill put on his rubber gloves and unloaded the potty while I held the trash bag and picked up the clean pieces. At the time, I was so distraught, I didn't think to take a picture. Twins can be very dangerous!

Scary tale #2: this morning, I gave Annie and Parker their usual favorite breakfast--toast. After they finished, Parker asked me for pickles. I said, "really, pickles??" She replied with an enthusiastic, "yeah!" I fed her three pickles. She asked for more pickles. I cut her off after six pickles. I think she takes after her Uncle Grey, because he used to eat really wierd stuff for breakfast, too. Of course, Uncle Greg eats wierd stuff all the time...