Growing up, I remember fondly listening to crazy stories about my grandfather and his younger brother Bob, who were called the Gold Dust twins. They were only separated by about a year, and they got into plenty of mischief together.
I have my own set of Gold Dust twins, and although they're separated by two years, there's not much more that could separate them. They're tighter than glue.
Anyway, we were in the car the other day, and I just sat there listening to the two of them conversing. Here's a sample:
Benny: Hey, Andrew, what did the elephant say to the armadillo?
Andrew: Nothing, they can't talk.
Benny (trying again): What did Batman say to Robin?
Andrew: You're not real.
Looking at the expression on Andrew's face, I knew he was enjoying being a pest. Anyway, the conversation keeps going with various comments such as:
Andrew (out of the blue): I want a pet fox. Or maybe a pet raccoon.
Benny: When I grow up I'm going to have a pet bear with a collar covered in spikes on it. It's going to be trained by me to attack anyone who comes on my property without permission.
Andrew: I want to be an Indian.
Benny: Why?
Andrew: So I can hunt Buffalo.
...and on it goes. The conversation flits from one interesting/serious/foolish subject to another. It tends to get stuck on foolish quite a bit, unfortunately.
They are ther own exclusive club. Occasionally, if there's a spat, Joey or Rachel or Sam gets to join up with one or the other of the Gold Dust twins, and then there are warring factions. It all eventually calms down though, and then everything is back to normal. The Gold Dust twins forgive (maybe) and forget (probably) and get back to the fun of their exclusive club.
I don't know what they would do without one another.
By Mama
I have my own set of Gold Dust twins, and although they're separated by two years, there's not much more that could separate them. They're tighter than glue.
Anyway, we were in the car the other day, and I just sat there listening to the two of them conversing. Here's a sample:
Benny: Hey, Andrew, what did the elephant say to the armadillo?
Andrew: Nothing, they can't talk.
Benny (trying again): What did Batman say to Robin?
Andrew: You're not real.
Looking at the expression on Andrew's face, I knew he was enjoying being a pest. Anyway, the conversation keeps going with various comments such as:
Andrew (out of the blue): I want a pet fox. Or maybe a pet raccoon.
Benny: When I grow up I'm going to have a pet bear with a collar covered in spikes on it. It's going to be trained by me to attack anyone who comes on my property without permission.
Andrew: I want to be an Indian.
Benny: Why?
Andrew: So I can hunt Buffalo.
...and on it goes. The conversation flits from one interesting/serious/foolish subject to another. It tends to get stuck on foolish quite a bit, unfortunately.
They are ther own exclusive club. Occasionally, if there's a spat, Joey or Rachel or Sam gets to join up with one or the other of the Gold Dust twins, and then there are warring factions. It all eventually calms down though, and then everything is back to normal. The Gold Dust twins forgive (maybe) and forget (probably) and get back to the fun of their exclusive club.
I don't know what they would do without one another.
By Mama
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