Knock Knock

Conversation during a recent long car ride:

"Daddy, how about some knock-knock jokes? Adam will start, okay?" asks Tessa.

"Knock knock, Daddy."

"Who's there, Adam?"

"Bridge."

"Bridge who?

"Bridge in your underpants!"

Maniacal laughter ensues from both twins.

"Knock knock, Daddy."

"Who's there, Tessa?"

"Bee."

"Bee who?"

"Bee stings in your underpants!"

Again with the maniacal laughter, and now it's Adam's turn again.

"Knock knock, Daddy."

Daddy says, "This one better not involve my underwear!"

Says Tessa, "Yeah, it's getting crowded in there. You better clean them out!"

Maniacal laughter ensues.

Four Year Checkup

The twins recently celebrated their fourth birthdays, so it was time for a checkup at the pediatrician's office. Unfortunately, they needed to get a bunch of booster shots: four each to be exact. Fortunately, I needed to work that day, so the poor Missus had all of the drama all to herself.

Of course karma couldn't leave well enough alone, and the twins needed to go back to the doctor's office to get some blood drawn. The appointment was scheduled for a day that I'd already planned--and announced--that I was taking off.

The Missus took Adam and I took Tessa. We'd asked for separate rooms, hoping to spare one of them the sight of the other getting stuck. They gave us adjoining rooms, so it was even worse, since Tessa could hear Adam screaming. "Can you check to see if Adam's okay?" Tessa asked.

Then it was her turn. Tess is the bravest little girl and took the needle without crying. There was a problem: she was a little dehydrated and the nurse couldn't get any blood. So they gave her some water and tried again. The second time, Tessa cried. A lot. So did Daddy.

A couple of hours later, the kids had forgotten all about it. But I didn't.