Crust Wars

I don't want to eat my crust.

Tough, I say.

It's a grilled cheese sandwich.

I'ts practically all crust.

The cheese layer is just there to stick more crust on.

To not eat the crust is to rob yourself of part of the experience.

I'll eat your crust,

The other one pipes in,

Grabbing the black carby worm from her sister's hand,

And popping it into her mouth.

Yum-a!

Hey,

She was going to eat that!

You have robbed your sister of some character development!

This was a teachable moment!

Maybe I'll eat my crust next time.
Maybe.

The World is a Gift (or Does Dave Matthews like Blue Cheese?)

The world is a present
Just waiting to be opened.

It is filled with many new
Sights, sounds and smells
That even at three years old
Are still new and thrilling.

I was reminded of this today,
When my girls spent five minutes
Passing a blue cheese dressing bottle
Back and forth,
Like they were on the lawn at a Dave Matthews concert,
Sniffing it and exclaiming
YUM!

YUM!

Spring Cleaning

The twins are not identical.

One diligently and cheerfully helps
Her daddy pick up dry leaves from
Around the budding bushes and trees
And carefully place them
Into the yard waste bin.

The other climbs the leafless tree,
sings "Rudolf the Red-nosed Reindeer"
And intermittently but enthusiastically
Cheers her sister on, a safe distance from
The cleaning efforts.

Both of them are essential to the task.

Push and Jump

The picnic table is a boat
Or a diving board
Or a mountain top

One sister climbs up
Shuffles her toes to the edge
The other sister is behind her
A small stick in hand
She pushes as the other jumps
Down onto the grass
Both feet stick the landing
Then gravity takes over
she tumbles back onto her bottom
Smiling
She quickly stands up
Runs back around to the side of the table
And takes the stick from her sister
It is her turn to jump
Or be pushed

This repeats
And repeats
And repeats

When they come in
I ask the name of the game
They were playing
Pirates?
Swimming?
Super cliff diver?
Super heroes?

No

Push and jump

Heavy

I know there will be a day
When you are too big
Or I am to old to carry you both
Down the stairs when you
Wake up so sad you just
Need to be held for awhile
I hope that day
Is not some day soon