Okay. I have one little brother, and my mom's boyfriend has four kids. That's two pairs of twins. Now, that means there are six of us. That's a lot, in case you don't know.
The youngest twins ran around the theater, because apparently they had nothing better to do. The two oldest twins chatted quite loudly with my little brother, who they idolize. Apparently I'm "evil." I'm their babysitter. My brother isn't. Go figure.
Anyways, I spent half the time telling them to shut up, being told to shut up, and running after two very evil five-year olds.
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