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Who is taking after who varies from day to day – fuck, sometimes hour to hour – and no matter how many different algorithms I run or try to concoct to better prepare myself for which twin is going to out stubborn the other one, none of them are ever accurate enough, further proving my Cowboy’s point.
Humanscan bevery unpredictable creatures.
Especially little ones.
Thank sweet little Rudolph and his bright red nose that the operatives I’m in charge of assessing are much easier to evaluate than these two.
“Abuelowouldn’t buy us pets that not safe,” Lair Bear insists, blue words having the same calming tint her dad’s usually carries.
You know.
When he’shere.
“Abuelodidn’t buy you two pet reindeer, princess,” I lovingly correct while dangling both coats from the tips of my index fingers. “AbueloandAbuelajust happen to have reindeer on their ranch now.”
“Mm,” Lu hums in obvious rebuttal at the same time she peers up at me. “They bought us horses.”
“Okay,” I concede as Lair Bear grabs her outerwear first, “yes, theydidbuy you each your own horse.”
And continuously pay for time with a trainer too.
“They bought us moo cows,” Lair Bear points out during the process of wiggling her arm into a sleeve.
“Abuelalet younamethe moo cows.” My claim feels flimsy, but I won’t admit it. “Afterthey randomly decided to buy two.”
Which did come post the twins whining about not getting to hug one of Tom’s neighbors’ cows long enough.
“They bought us aldacas!” Lair Bear huffs in tandem with stuffing her appendage in the opposing hole. “Two, Mommy! Two!”
Huh.
Come to think of it…Slater’s Ma and stepfatherdobuy two of every animal.
I used to think maybe it was a whole Noah’s Ark thing; however now…now I’m starting to wonder if they reallyarebuying these girls furry friends every time they ask!
Not sure I can continue to make the argument with the mounting evidence against me, I swiftly switch gears, “Lu, your sister’s right-”
“I already know they bought us pet reindeers, Mommy,” she acknowledges prior to pulling her coat on.
“Not that-”
“They did,” Lair Bear whispers out in such a way I feel she’s been spending too much time with her Uncle Blu.
“AbueloandAbuelawouldn’t let you be around animals that wereknowinglygoing to hurt you,” I state to my daughter that’s still getting dressed as I motion to my oldest to zip up her clothing. “That’s also why anytime they get new animals, they hireprofessionalstoteach yousafety measures, procedures, and vital information. Those grownups are there to assist in the process of protecting youandkeeping you protected.”
“Like Daddy,” Lu adds matter of factly. “He helps other grownups potect kids like the animal grownups help potect us.”
It’s impossible not to smirk at her simile attempt.
She is definitely my logic girl.
Whether it’s with numbers or words or colors, she’s all about patterns and connecting dots.
Neither one sees colors or tastes sounds or shows any other indication they have the same condition I do; however, according to the doctors, Lu’s love of sequences and math and music doesn’t mean shewilldevelop it later.
There’s no guarantee.
And I’m okay with that.
