My friend Michelle babysat the boys on Monday and she had a conversation with the boys where they told her that, yes! they were twins. 🙂
It was snack time so after deciding on Ritz crackers (“We want Ritz!” in unison), she asked Micah, “How old are you?”
“Four!” he replied.
She carefully counted out one, two, three, four crackers for him.
She then turned to Benji, who was carefully watching this exchange.
“Benji,” Michelle asked. “How old are you?”
Benji’s little eyes sparkled, his little wheels in his head spinning furiously.
Michelle burst out laughing.
“How old are you?”
“Nine!” Benji squeaked.
And he cracked the a little smile. He knew how this game worked.
And “nine” was probably the biggest number he could think of on the spot.
Sneaky, clever little boy.
(he did not get nine crackers)
So, did you know I have twins, one who is 4 and one who is 9? Yeah, I didn’t either.