Sorry girls. I will try to give Braeden and Emma equal press time. (Also, you're way too sweet for me to be truly afraid of you. Also, maybe you don't really care what I write about? Also, maybe you don't read my blog anymore? )
All last week, I hung out with Mark and Gavin while Stephanie was off being awesome at Girls' Camp.
|This was taken last summer during Girls' Camp and I can't believe how much younger they both look--especially Gavin-- but I still love the picture.|
They're quite a pair. They argue like brothers. They play complicated games and talk constantly. They discuss aliens and weapons and video games they haven't played. They use their shirts instead of napkins.
One night we had "Manners Night." I would say it's sort of a lost cause but then we were at Costco and Mark ran and pounced on a couch that was on display and Gavin lectured him about how you just can't do that and I saw a glimmer of hope. At least for Gavin. (Still waiting for that Mark glimmer.)
I had chocolate leftover from my assignment at Girls' Camp. (We used it for an analogy which I would explain if I weren't so lazy.) The boys wanted to know what the chocolate was used for so I told them. Mark said, "If there's one thing I know about girls, it is that they flip for chocolate."
Gavin said, "Yes. Girls love chocolate." They nodded and walked away like they had it all figured out. They sort of do. As soon as they get those manners finessed and come to accept that there are napkins in the world for a reason, they're going to get along just fine.
They already know an important truth that will serve them well.
Girls love chocolate.