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Double Your Pleasure



Mary and Bob were doubly blessed. They were the parents of twin boys. But maybe blessed was a bit of an overstatement. Oh they loved their two children, to be sure. But they were a bit of a challenge. Right from the moment they were born they demanded a lot of attention. Waking during the night. Demanding to be fed. Not napping during the day. Poor Bob and Mary barely got a moment to themselves.

First came nursery school and then grade school and you'd think they'd have a moment's rest while they went to class, but shopping, errands and chauffeuring took considerable time out of each day. And the two boys loved sports. Soccer, baseball, football, hockey, basketball. You name it, they wanted to play it. They often were on different teams playing at different venues. But Mary and Bob were devoted to the two and gave them every opportunity.

Now many little boys are full of energy. it was the same with the twins. They'd run around the house, yelling, teasing one another. There was hardly a quiet moment. Mary and Bob would often wonder aloud to each other just where they got their energy.

One day, in a rare quiet moment when the boys were at a sleep-over, Bob whispered to Mary "Hey, do you hear that?" "Hear what?" said Mary. "Exactly" said Bob. "It's been so long I didn't recognize it. Silence!"

"You know the twins are so boisterous, " said Mary. "Did you ever stop to think how life might have been if the twins had been girls?"

"Girls" mused Bob. "I know all about boisterous. But I tend to think 'girlsterous' would have been completely different."

The folks at Studio30+ went with boisterous/rowdy as a prompt this week. Click on the link to see how rowdy the rest of the writers were this week.

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